We gave it an A-
In Ian Rankin’s The Naming of the Dead, a summit of world leaders and attendant anti-everything street protesters impede Scottish detectives Rebus and Clarke in their hunt for a serial killer.
Head bashed in, blow softened by a heroin overdose.
Rankin again paints a corrupt world (even Bono’s antipoverty crusade is suspect) in convincing shades of gray, with Rebus, a whiskey-soaked old-timer who breaks rules like an anarchist, as its wary conscience. A-