I got to Scotland via Scandinavia – a somewhat eccentric way to go, I know. I started with Steig Larson’s “The Girl with the…” trilogy and moved from there to other Northern European detective fiction in translation. Having scooped up all I could find there, I still felt the need to read accounts of dark, brooding and imperfect policemen working in bleak and craggy landscapes. After all, I’m Irish.
John Rebus is great. Sure, he drinks too much, is an insomniac and can’t maintain a romantic relationship, but he’s sharp and determined. He’s constantly on the outs with his “don’t rock the boat” superior officers and will let nothing and no one stand between him and the truth.
I have only two more John Rebus novels to read and I shall be very sad to say goodbye to the inspector when I’ve finished them.