The fourth of Ian Rankin's Inspector Rebus novels, and one which I found stylistically unsettling. It opens with a police raid on a brothel and the discovery of an MP, caught in apparent flagrante. The case takes on its inevitable sensational aspect as the tabloid press seek to exploit the potential, but for the police matters become somewhat stalled by a brutal murder. Is the murder linked to the MP's problems and his collapsing world, or is it a separate, distinct crime, mundane but for its violence?
Rankin has Rebus quitting Edinburgh for a Scottish tour. He will range from Fife to the Highlands. In the process it becomes an almost 'cosy' little mystery as the investigation takes in the MP's world, a world of success and cronyism. However, it's also a novel which explores the nature of relationships, of infidelity, loyalty, and jealousy - it looks at love, at lust, at the problem deciding whether or not you can cope with having to share space with another human being ... or cope with not being able to share that space.
The plot gets a bit too fluid in places - Rebus seems to have carte blanche to roam off his patch and make use of resources from other Scots police forces. Rankin's approach contrasts with that of some eminently successful English crime writers, who create believable small villages or rural patches (think St.Mary Mead or Midsomer) in which the death rate is far in excess of Baghdad's. You sense that he feels Edinburgh is too claustrophobic an environment, that is can't sustain sensational murder after sensational murder.
Rankin is a better writer when he stays within Edinburgh - 'Strip Jack' feels a bit forced in places, a bit up-market. Nevertheless, it's a good story well told (as usual).