My Sister, the Serial Killer

A Novel

226 pages

English language

Published Nov. 20, 2018

ISBN:
978-0-385-54423-8
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4 stars (2 reviews)

When Korede's dinner is interrupted one night by a distress call from her sister, Ayoola, she knows what's expected of her: bleach, rubber gloves, nerves of steel and a strong stomach. This'll be the third boyfriend Ayoola's dispatched in, quote, self-defence and the third mess that her lethal little sibling has left Korede to clear away. She should probably go to the police for the good of the menfolk of Nigeria, but she loves her sister and, as they say, family always comes first. Until, that is, Ayoola starts dating the doctor where Korede works as a nurse. Korede's long been in love with him, and isn't prepared to see him wind up with a knife in his back: but to save one would mean sacrificing the other...

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5 stars

I loved My Sister, The Serial Killer! Braithwaite's sharp, snappy prose creates vivid atmospheric scenes in just a couple of sentences and I could clearly imagine all her characters from obsessively cleaning Korede to perpetually dozing Yinka. For such a dark story - we now have Nigerian Noir to complete with Scandi Noir - My Sister, The Serial Killer is very funny. The combination of Braithwaite's entertaining humour and short chapters meant that this novel zipped past and I was disappointed to realise I had finished it in just a few hours. I could have happily spent longer with Korede and her sister Ayoola.

Blithe serial killer Ayoola is a fascinating invention and I will be very surprised if her story doesn't reappear as a film version within the next few years. Seemingly unaware of the implications of her actions and incapable of taking responsibility, she flits from one man …

Titel klingt spannender als die Umsetzung ist

3 stars

Ich mochte das Setting ganz gerne und wollte natürlich wissen, wie es weitergeht mit den zwei Schwesten. Leider haben mich zwei Sachen stark gestört, wie so ein durchgehendes, leises Kratzen von Fingernägeln auf Tafel in Hintergrund des Hörbuchs:

  1. Oh my goth ist dieses Universum cis und hetig. Ich kann mich einfach nicht auf Geschichten in Universen einlassen, wo alle hetero sind, alle Frauen sich „ganz natürlich“ in Frauenrollenklischees verirren und die ganze Zeit über Typen nachdenken, ohne jede Reflektion (die über „Typen wollen immer nur das eine“ hinaus geht). Bizarr, so hetige Parallelwelten.

  2. Ich fand das Hadern der Erzählerin, der klugen aber nicht hübschen der beiden Schwester, eigentlich ganz gut und relatable. Und ich find es ja auch gut, wenn die Protagonist_innen, mit denen wir uns indentifizieren als Lesende, nicht perfekt sondern sogar hypokritisch (wie heißt n das auf Deutsch?) sind. Aaaaaber dieser ganze krasse Lookismus die ganze verdammte Zeit, …