‘My Sister, The Serial Killer,’ Oyinkan Braithwaite
Posted by wanderlustathome
Ayoola who has a habit of killing men and Koreda, the elder sister who disposes of the bodies and cleans away the evidence. The fact that Koreda is a nurse makes things easier, she knows exactly what to do. And then one man refuses to get killed.
An easy, racy read. Your attention doesn’t waver even for a second. The social set up, the inner politics in families, patriarchy, body shaming, women as attention seekers, men as shallow beings when it comes to women, everything is told in so subtle a manner that it almost escapes attention. The tug of war between love for oneself and that for family is brought out so well, you are left wondering whether it is really worth it.
‘So?” was the feeling as I finished the book. Yes, it was an excellent read, but then what did the author want to say here was a question I couldn’t find an immediate answer to. Maybe the mind had gone dull, I thought. Or maybe the message was so profound I was totally incapable of understanding it. It took a couple of days to get it, though I doubt whether the comprehension is complete.
Is it because of the fine threads of social background that showed us life in Nigeria? Was it the subtle manner in which reasons for each character’s behavior was explained? Of course, the style of narration is brilliant. Could it be what Braithwaite packed so much in such a short read that you don’t really focus on the killings, but the undercurrents? All those mentions in the best seller / phenomenal books of the year have to have some reason, right? Maybe I’ll have an epiphany some day and get it all in a flash. Meanwhile, it was an excellent stress buster in an otherwise draining week.