The conspiracy theorists’ Schottische
Malcolm is currently awaiting the delivery of his pre-ordered copy of The Impossible Dead.
It looks as if the inventive Mr Rankin is managing to spin a whole dinner-service of plates with this one.
At the most obvious level he is reviving a few characters from previous outings.
He is doing a now-and-then split-scene narrative.
He bodes to be trespassing on the territory staked out by Christopher Brookmyre‘s Jack Parlabane novels.
Stories from the olden days
All that is guesswork, based on “informed leaks”, such as the extensive one, penned by the man himself, in yesterday’s Sunday Times (and not in the Culture section, either). It begins with a statement of “old news”:
On the morning of April 6, 1985, two Australian tourists were driving along a desolate stretch of the A87 in northwest Scotland. They saw that a maroon-coloured Volvo had come off the road. There was a man in the driving seat, alive but in bad shape.
They flagged down another car, which happened to contain a doctor as well as a Scottish National party (SNP) councillor. The councillor recognised the man in the Volvo as Willie McRae, a fervent nationalist who had run for the SNP leadership in 1979. An ambulance was summoned and McRae was taken to hospital in Inverness, before being transferred to Aberdeen.
It was here that a nurse washed his head wound and noticed something startling: a bullet hole. At this stage, McRae was still alive, but had suffered massive brain damage. The following day, with his family’s consent, his life support was turned off.
His car, meantime, seems to have been removed from the scene of the crash, only to be resited by police once they knew about the shooting. A search was made, and a handgun eventually found some distance away. The gun, a Smith & Wesson .22 revolver, belonged to McRae. He had taken to carrying it with him. Why? Because he was afraid.
Rankin is keen to place that apparently-unsolved death in the paranoia of the mid-1980s. McRae had been, it seems, not just “respectable” SNP, but also out in the weird-and-wonderful fruitcake fringes of the “Scottish National Liberation Army”:
The SNLA had come into being as a result of the “failed” devolution referendum of 1979. By 1981 it was collecting anthrax samples from the mainland near the west coast island of Gruinard. Gruinard features on few maps. During the second world war, anthrax was seeded there as an experiment, the thinking being that it might prove useful if dropped over Germany. It was certainly useful to the SNLA.
There were arrests, however, and some SNLA members fled to Ireland. But the campaign continued. A letter bomb was sent to John Nott, then defence secretary. The Conservative and Labour HQs north of the border were damaged by fire, as was an Edinburgh army barracks. An attempted arson attack on the Glasgow MP Roy Jenkins was botched. Hoax threats disrupted government and commercial enterprises in Britain and America. The SNLA experimented with ricin but found it wanting.
Rankin notes that the SNLA were still in operation as late as 2002, and gives a hat-tip to David Leslie’s on-line account of the SNLA — and gripping stuff it is. At over 60,000 words, it fulfills Rankin’s description as a “book”.
His other acknowledged source is “a non-fiction book called No Final Solution published in 1994 by the journalist Douglas Skelton”. This would seem to be out-of-print, and currently a single second-hand copy available on Amazon. What Rankin says there is:
According to Skelton, McRae was alleged to have been the SNLA’s “paymaster”, but was also (so friends said) writing a book on the nuclear industry and had found something important.
McRae’s death occurred only a year after that of Hilda Murrell, an anti-nuclear campaigner who had been found in woods near her ransacked home. McRae had told friends his home and office had been broken into and paperwork rifled.
Knowing Rankin’s ability to shift books, this will start a merry dance.
However, Malcolm suspects a bit of disingenuous spinning by Rankin: can he really have been as ignorant of the McRae episode as he says?
Willie McRae was a figure of some standing in academic law, and has a substantial entry on wikipedia.
The story of his mysterious death has been recycled at regular intervals over the years.
Five years ago The Scotsman had contact with the (for such events) statutory ex-policeman who conveniently recalled a mysterious commission:
A FORMER policeman has rekindled a 20-year mystery surrounding the death of Willie McRae, a former vice-chairman of the Scottish National Party, by claiming to have spied on him shortly before his death.
… Iain Fraser, who worked as a private investigator after leaving the police, has revealed he was asked by a mystery client to spy on Mr McRae just three weeks before he died.
Then the Daily Record was at it a couple of years back (presumably around the time Rankin was buckling down to this creation). This item adds significant details, including (if the conspiracy theorists needed it):
No one has ever seen the post mortem report. The procurator fiscal inInverness has refused to comment on the case, citing the Official Secrets Act.
When Madame Ecosse, Winnie Ewing, carried out an investigation for the SNP she was bluntly denied access to the Crown Office papers in spite of giving the customary legal guarantee of confidentiality.
So, to save time and trouble, here’s Malcolm’s short-list of the usual suspects:
- the nuke boys (well, natch);
- who were in bed with the Wicked Witch of the South — shudder! — Margaret Thatcher herself;
- other elements in the nationalist movement: the second car on the scene of McRae’s death just happened to be a SNP councillor; but — more to the point — there are suggestions McCrae was running a rival operation, the “Army For The Provisional Government” which may (or may not) also have been the “Tartan Army” and the “Border Clan”.
- the run-of-the-mill spooks: McCrae seems to have spoken fluent Urdu and Hindi, and — according to one’s taste was either an ardent supporter of Indian independence or an intelligence operative who had penetrated the nationalist movement. If he had done it in India, why not later in Scotland?
- Something with an Irish connection? If the Provos were around (and they liked to have fingers in as many pies as possible) then a couple of Special Branches (London and Dublin), MI5 and G2 of the Irish Defence Forces wouldn’t be too far behind.
Anyway, anything by Ian Rankin will be well worth the effort. Expect Malcolm’s considered
response eleewhere.