My Sister, the Serial Killer
A Novel. A Novel, Ausgezeichnet: Los Angeles Times Book Prize 2019, Nominiert: Man Booker Prize 2019, Nominiert: Women's Prize for Fiction 2019
(Sprache: Englisch)
NOMINATED FOR THE 2019 BOOKER PRIZE
WINNER OF THE LA TIMES BOOK PRIZE FOR MYSTERY/THRILLER
FINALIST FOR THE 2019 WOMEN'S PRIZE
Korede's sister Ayoola is many things: the favorite child, the beautiful one, possibly sociopathic. And now Ayoola's third...
WINNER OF THE LA TIMES BOOK PRIZE FOR MYSTERY/THRILLER
FINALIST FOR THE 2019 WOMEN'S PRIZE
Korede's sister Ayoola is many things: the favorite child, the beautiful one, possibly sociopathic. And now Ayoola's third...
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NOMINATED FOR THE 2019 BOOKER PRIZE WINNER OF THE LA TIMES BOOK PRIZE FOR MYSTERY/THRILLER
FINALIST FOR THE 2019 WOMEN'S PRIZE
Korede's sister Ayoola is many things: the favorite child, the beautiful one, possibly sociopathic. And now Ayoola's third boyfriend in a row is dead, stabbed through the heart with Ayoola's knife. Korede's practicality is the sisters' saving grace. She knows the best solutions for cleaning blood (bleach, bleach, and more bleach), the best way to move a body (wrap it in sheets like a mummy), and she keeps Ayoola from posting pictures to Instagram when she should be mourning her "missing" boyfriend. Not that she gets any credit.
Korede has long been in love with a kind, handsome doctor at the hospital where she works. She dreams of the day when he will realize that she's exactly what he needs. But when he asks Korede for Ayoola's phone number, she must reckon with what her sister has become and how far she's willing to go to protect her.
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WordsAyoola summons me with these words Korede, I killed him.
I had hoped I would never hear those words again.
Bleach
I bet you didn t know that bleach masks the smell of blood. Most people use bleach indiscriminately, assuming it is a catchall product, never taking the time to read the list of ingredients on the back, never taking the time to return to the recently wiped surface to take a closer look. Bleach will disinfect, but it s not great for cleaning residue, so I use it only after I have first scrubbed the bathroom of all traces of life, and death.
It is clear that the room we are in has been remodeled recently. It has that never-been-used look, especially now that I ve spent close to three hours cleaning up. The hardest part was getting to the blood that had seeped in between the shower and the caulking. It s an easy part to forget.
There s nothing placed on any of the surfaces; his shower gel, toothbrush and toothpaste are all stored in the cabinet above the sink. Then there s the shower mat a black smiley face on a yellow rectangle in an otherwise white room.
Ayoola is perched on the toilet seat, her knees raised and her arms wrapped around them. The blood on her dress has dried and there is no risk that it will drip on the white, now glossy floors. Her dreadlocks are piled atop her head, so they don t sweep the ground. She keeps looking up at me with her big brown eyes, afraid that I am angry, that I will soon get off my hands and knees to lecture her.
I am not angry. If I am anything, I am tired. The sweat from my brow drips onto the floor and I use the blue sponge to wipe it away.
I was about to eat when she called me. I had laid everything out on the tray in preparation the fork was to the left of the plate, the knife to the right. I folded the napkin into the shape of a crown and placed it at the center of the plate. The movie was paused at the beginning credits and the oven timer had
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just rung, when my phone began to vibrate violently on my table.
By the time I get home, the food will be cold.
I stand up and rinse the gloves in the sink, but I don t remove them. Ayoola is looking at my reflection in the mirror.
We need to move the body, I tell her.
Are you angry at me?
Perhaps a normal person would be angry, but what I feel now is a pressing need to dispose of the body. When I got here, we carried him to the boot of my car, so that I was free to scrub and mop without having to countenance his cold stare.
Get your bag, I reply.
We return to the car and he is still in the boot, waiting for us.
The third mainland bridge gets little to no traffic at this time of night, and since there are no lamplights, it s almost pitch black, but if you look beyond the bridge you can see the lights of the city. We take him to where we took the last one over the bridge and into the water. At least he won t be lonely.
Some of the blood has seeped into the lining of the boot. Ayoola offers to clean it, out of guilt, but I take my homemade mixture of one spoon of ammonia to two cups of water from her and pour it over the stain. I don t know whether or not they have the tech for a thorough crime scene investigation in Lagos, but Ayoola could never clean up as efficiently as I can.
The Notebook
Who was he?
Femi.
I scribble the name down. We are in my bedroom. Ayoola is sitting cross-legged on my sofa, her head resting on the back of the cushion. While she took a bath, I set the dress she had been wearing on fire. Now she wears a rose-colored T shirt and smells of baby powder.
And his surname?
She frowns
By the time I get home, the food will be cold.
I stand up and rinse the gloves in the sink, but I don t remove them. Ayoola is looking at my reflection in the mirror.
We need to move the body, I tell her.
Are you angry at me?
Perhaps a normal person would be angry, but what I feel now is a pressing need to dispose of the body. When I got here, we carried him to the boot of my car, so that I was free to scrub and mop without having to countenance his cold stare.
Get your bag, I reply.
We return to the car and he is still in the boot, waiting for us.
The third mainland bridge gets little to no traffic at this time of night, and since there are no lamplights, it s almost pitch black, but if you look beyond the bridge you can see the lights of the city. We take him to where we took the last one over the bridge and into the water. At least he won t be lonely.
Some of the blood has seeped into the lining of the boot. Ayoola offers to clean it, out of guilt, but I take my homemade mixture of one spoon of ammonia to two cups of water from her and pour it over the stain. I don t know whether or not they have the tech for a thorough crime scene investigation in Lagos, but Ayoola could never clean up as efficiently as I can.
The Notebook
Who was he?
Femi.
I scribble the name down. We are in my bedroom. Ayoola is sitting cross-legged on my sofa, her head resting on the back of the cushion. While she took a bath, I set the dress she had been wearing on fire. Now she wears a rose-colored T shirt and smells of baby powder.
And his surname?
She frowns
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Autoren-Porträt von Oyinkan Braithwaite
Oyinkan Braithwaite
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- Autor: Oyinkan Braithwaite
- 2019, 240 Seiten, Masse: 13,3 x 20 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: ANCHOR
- ISBN-10: 0525564209
- ISBN-13: 9780525564201
- Erscheinungsdatum: 06.06.2020
Sprache:
Englisch
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BOOKER PRIZE NOMINEE WINNER OF THE LA TIMES BOOK PRIZE FOR MYSTERY/THRILLER FINALIST FOR THE WOMEN'S PRIZE"A taut, rapidly paced thriller that pleasurably subverts serial killer and sisterhood tropes for a guaranteed fun afternoon." HUFFINGTON POST
It s Lagos noir pulpy, peppery and sinister, served up in a comic deadpan . This book is, above all, built to move, to hurtle forward and it does so, dizzyingly. There s a seditious pleasure in its momentum. At a time when there are such wholesome and dull claims on fiction on its duty to ennoble or train us in empathy there s a relief in encountering a novel faithful to art s first imperative: to catch and keep our attention This scorpion-tailed little thriller leaves a response, and a sting, you will remember. THE NEW YORK TIMES
Campy and delightfully naughty . A taut and darkly funny contemporary noir that moves at lightning speed, it s the wittiest and most fun murder party you ve ever been invited to. SAM IRBY, MARIE CLAIRE
Braithwaite s writing pulses with the fast, slick heartbeat of a YA thriller, cut through by a dry noir wit. That aridity is startling, a trait we might expect from someone older, more jaded a Cusk, an Offill. But Braithwaite finds in young womanhood a reason to be bitter. At the center of these women s lives is a knot of pain, and when it springs apart, it bloodies the world. NEW REPUBLIC
This riveting, brutally hilarious, ultra-dark novel is an explosive debut by Oyinkan Braithwaite, and heralds an exciting new literary voice Delicious. NYLON
"You can't help flying through the pages.." BUZZFEED
"Feverishly hot." PAULA HAWKINS, author of GIRL ON THE TRAIN
"Lethally elegant." LUKE JENNINGS, author of KILLING EVE: Codename Villanelle
"Disturbing, sly and delicious." AYOBAMI ADEBAYO, author of STAY WITH ME
Oyinkan Braithwaite is rewriting the
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slasher novel, and man, does it look good. My Sister, The Serial Killer is a wholly original novel where satire and serial killers brush up against each other A terrific and clever novel about sisterhood and blurred lines of morality. REFINERY29
A rich, dark debut. . . . Evocative of the murderously eccentric Brewster sisters from the classic play and film Arsenic and Old Lace, . . . Braithwaite doesn t mock the murders as comic fodder, and that s just one of the unexpected pleasures of her quirky novel. . . . A clever, affecting examination of siblings bound by a secret with a body count. BOSTON GLOBE
A biting mix of wickedness and wit, Oyinkan Braithwaite weaves her narrative with a confidence that you've never read anything quite like it. INSTYLE
"Braithwaite s blazing debut is as sharp as a knife...bitingly funny and brilliantly executed, with not a single word out of place." PUBLISHERS WEEKLY, (starred review)
"Strange, funny and oddly touching...Pretty much perfect...It wears its weirdness excellently." LITHUB
"Who is more dangerous? A femme fatale murderess or the quiet, plain woman who cleans up her messes? I never knew what was going to happen, but found myself pulling for both sisters, as I relished the creepiness and humor of this modern noir." HELEN ELLIS, author of AMERICAN HOUSEWIFE
"A gem, in the most accurate sense: small, hard, sharp, and polished to perfection. Every pill-sized chapter is exemplary." EDGAR CANTERO, author of MEDDLING KIDS
"Sly, risky, and filled with surprises, Oyinkan Braithwaite holds nothing back in this wry and refreshingly inventive novel about violence, sister rivalries and simply staying alive." IDRA NOVEY, author of THOSE WHO KNEW
A rich, dark debut. . . . Evocative of the murderously eccentric Brewster sisters from the classic play and film Arsenic and Old Lace, . . . Braithwaite doesn t mock the murders as comic fodder, and that s just one of the unexpected pleasures of her quirky novel. . . . A clever, affecting examination of siblings bound by a secret with a body count. BOSTON GLOBE
A biting mix of wickedness and wit, Oyinkan Braithwaite weaves her narrative with a confidence that you've never read anything quite like it. INSTYLE
"Braithwaite s blazing debut is as sharp as a knife...bitingly funny and brilliantly executed, with not a single word out of place." PUBLISHERS WEEKLY, (starred review)
"Strange, funny and oddly touching...Pretty much perfect...It wears its weirdness excellently." LITHUB
"Who is more dangerous? A femme fatale murderess or the quiet, plain woman who cleans up her messes? I never knew what was going to happen, but found myself pulling for both sisters, as I relished the creepiness and humor of this modern noir." HELEN ELLIS, author of AMERICAN HOUSEWIFE
"A gem, in the most accurate sense: small, hard, sharp, and polished to perfection. Every pill-sized chapter is exemplary." EDGAR CANTERO, author of MEDDLING KIDS
"Sly, risky, and filled with surprises, Oyinkan Braithwaite holds nothing back in this wry and refreshingly inventive novel about violence, sister rivalries and simply staying alive." IDRA NOVEY, author of THOSE WHO KNEW
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