The Complaints by Ian Rankin has been my latest Kindle read. I turn to Rankin when I become a bit disorientated with my reading. Even though I love reading, I’m sometimes lost. Choosing a novel, a story, is a bit like wandering up and down a stale buffet table. There is nothing there that I really like, but I have to put something on my paper plate. ‘Aren’t you eating?’ ‘Oh come on, that’s not very much.’ ‘You must try this. I made it.’ He’s my bread and cheese. I can rely on his staple fare. He puts me back on track. He re-establishes my appetite.
Malcolm Fox is his new Rebus and we are back in a cold and bleak Edinburgh, considering if the end justifies the means. The goal is justice and being a bent copper may be the price worth paying.
I enjoyed the novel and was happy to pick up my Kindle at any given opportunity to continue. I found the number of characters, both police and criminal, a bit confusing and had to flick back, in a Kindle sort of a way, to remind myself of who was who. I loved the Scottish / Edinburgh dialect and highlighted a number of phrases, for example: pelters is strong criticism or verbal abuse; rammy is noisy disturbance or verbal abuse; and, my favourite, twa ply o’ reek is a derogatory description of a thin person – reek meaning smoke and two ply meaning very thin knitting wool – so the person is being likened to two ply of smoke.