Ian Rankin: Knots and Crosses

Ok, so earlier today I finished Ian Rankin's Knots and Crosses. It is the first of his Inspector Rebus novels, set in Scotland. And it was a good read. It was reasonably well written, and the mystery unfolded in an interesting way. But what I think I liked best about it was that while it was a murder mystery, it was really a psychological novel about Rebus. And that's what really appeals to me in this genre anyway; I like mysteries that have interesting, complex, conflicted detective characters. And maybe that's why I like House too. But Rebus is this intelligent, flawed, thoughtful, damaged person, as are so many of us. And he talks about how he's a Christian, but he doesn't really live in the way that he thinks he should. And he prays, but when he's really angry with God, he doesn't want to pray. But when things are tense, he prays anyway. And it strikes me that there's something so universal about it all. I mean, we have standards or values or beliefs, whether we are Christians or not, and we think we should live according to these, and maybe we should. But we find, like Sir Gawain, that sometimes our values come into conflict. And we find that some days we just can't do it. I would offer that those are the days when we really should pray. But life just isn't simple. For Miss Marple, life is simple, right? I mean, all the evil in the world is just like the petty evil in St. Mary Mead. And there's some truth to that. Humans are humans regardless of geography, and they perpetrate the same evils, at least to some degree. But evil, murder, mysteries never end simply and cleanly, with all the loose ends tied up, as they seem to for Miss Marple. Life is messy. And even when we solve the mystery, or right the wrong, or stand up for what we believe in, things are still difficult. Even when Rebus reaches the end of the novel, he's so scarred that life is going to be difficult and painful and even full of loss, no matter that another murderer has been captured. This, to my way of thinking, is like life. And this is the kind of mystery that I like: one with a flawed detective who tries to be moral as best he can, but one who still endures the pains along with the joys of life, after the bad guy is put behind bars. This is the life that we all live.