Such legal math seems integral to the pleasurable reading of crime fiction.įrom the beginning of Oyinkan Braithwaite’s darkly compelling My Sister, the Serial Killer, protagonist Korede suffers no illusion about her complicity. The reader so deeply empathizes with the protagonist that she actively engages in the story. These are moments fiction writers strive for. I try remembering past episodes of Law & Order, search my mind for fictional or even real examples of characters or people escaping prosecution despite full knowledge of the offense. I hope to prove to myself that the protagonist’s knowledge of the crime and not coming forward about it is not, in fact, a crime itself. While enjoying such a story, I typically try to massage the law in my head.
Worse, now that the main character knows about the crime, she might be in trouble too. This is someone the protagonist cares deeply about, and that someone is in big trouble. At such a moment, a wonderful gap opens in both the character and reader. ( From the publisher.WOE BE TO the novel protagonist that finds out a loved one is complicit in a serious crime. Sharp as nails and full of deadpan wit, Oyinkan Braithwaite's deliciously deadly debut is as fun as it is frightening. 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. She dreams of the day when he will realize that she's exactly what he needs. Korede has long been in love with a kind, handsome doctor at the hospital where she works. She knows the best solutions for cleaning blood, the trunk of her car is big enough for a body, and she keeps Ayoola from posting pictures of her dinner to Instagram when she should be mourning her "missing" boyfriend. Korede's practicality is the sisters' saving grace. And now Ayoola's third boyfriend in a row is dead. How could she not be? Her sister, Ayoola, is many things: the favorite child, the beautiful one, possibly sociopathic. Three and they label you a serial killer." A short, darkly funny, hand grenade of a novel about a Nigerian woman whose younger sister has a very inconvenient habit of killing her boyfriends
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