Another fine piece of work from Ian Rankin, one a handful of writers who's newest and latest I usually buy sight unseen. At this point in his career, I'm convinced that this chap isn't capable of writing a bad book. One of the great ironies here is that as a side effect of his job, the John Rebus character has become so wonderfully flawed that it's amazing he still has a job! You almost want the man to go ahead and retire so that he can stop drinking, relax and finally have a normal life. Hopefully, that will not happen anytime soon, at least not until some of his rebelliousness has worn off on DS Siobhan Clarke, who appears to be groomed as his protege.
But, as others have pointed out, the later Rebus novels are on the long side, with frequent stretches of dead-end procedural work, as well as dull, slice-of-life tedium usually reserved for mainstream literature. And while the secondary characters are all very well done, there are now so many of them that even the author felt a need to list them in the beginning of the book. On the other hand, Resurrection Men contains more plot twists and surprises than usual, and overall, in my opinion, this is was a very good choice for the Edgar.