"Death Is Not the End," (2000) is a 70-page novella. If you were counting, it would be ninth, and although by far the shortest, by no means least, in the Detective Chief Inspector John Rebus series, by the outstanding author Ian Rankin, currently the best-selling author of mysteries in the United Kingdom. Rankin was nominated for an Edgar Award for
Black And Blue, for which he won England's prestigious Gold Dagger Award. This novella can, like most of his work, be described as a police procedural, within the tartan noir school, and it is set in Edinburgh, in contrast to most Scots mystery writers at work now. The east coast Edinburgh is more or less his home town; in comparison to the west coast Glasgow, it's a more beautiful, smaller city, the capital of the country, where you might expect the crime to be white collar, rather than blue, and bloody. But Rebus always seems to find enough to keep busy. Now, just what's tartan noir when it's at home, you ask? A bloodthirsty, bloody-minded business, to be sure, more violent than the average British mystery, but, thankfully, leavened a bit with that dark Scots humor. Written (duh!) by Scots.
"Death," in its brief length, gives us two subplots. Matty Paine, who'd worked his way around the world as a croupier, only to end up back in his old home town of Edinburgh, working in a mob-connected casino (are there any other kind?) His work and his friendships will put him in danger; Rankin will get a chance to bring his favorite mobster, Big Ger Cafferty, into the mix. This subplot might well be considered fairly insubstantial. The other, stronger, more resonant subplot concerns the missing son of two of Rebus's schoolmates from childhood days in Fife: Brian and Janis Mee. To quote the author from his afterword on the subject, "I wrote this novella a couple of years ago....The theme of `vanishing' has stayed with me ever since, to the extent that I have, in Raymond Chandler's phrase, `cannibalized' part of it for a sub-plot in the subsequent full-length Rebus novel,
Dead Souls, while altering the histories of the characters involved so that both can be read independently."
However, I see that most reviewers believe things happened the other way around, and that Rankin cannibalized "Dead Souls" for this novella. In any event, his folding this subplot into the other novel resulted in what I believe to be a mistake in that other novel. But back to this novella. It gives us some of the most beautiful, brilliant, high-energy writing Rankin has ever done, particularly on Edinburgh, and the ancient "Kingdom" of Fife, best-known now for its now slumbering coal mines, and its vanished linoleum factory. Also as the birthplace of Adam Smith, the most dismal of economists pursuing that dismal science. And, currently, as the birthplace of Val McDermid, another leading light in the tartan noir school; and of Gordon Brown, currently British Prime Minister.