发布时间:2019-11-14 23:46:59|2017年全年传真输尽光| 来源 :国际在线婚嫁


  MY SISTER, THE SERIAL KILLER By Oyinkan Braithwaite 226 pp. Doubleday. .95.

  Korede knows that bleach masks the smell of blood, that the cabinet under the kitchen sink should be “filled with everything required to tackle dirt and grease” and that scrubbing helps her think. Korede is an ace cleaner. Which is good, because by the time her younger sister, Ayoola, calls her for the third time to say, “Korede, I killed him,” someone is going to have to roll up her sleeves. Again.

  Korede and Ayoola have grown up in Lagos, a city that is bulging with people streaming in from the countryside in search of jobs. The policemen are as corrupt as the politicians, and everyone seems to be on the make. Ayoola is gorgeous. “Hers is the body of a music video vixen,” writes Korede, the troubled narrator of “My Sister, the Serial Killer,” a surprising debut novel by a young Nigerian writer, Oyinkan Braithwaite, that has been picked up by publishers on both sides of the Atlantic. “Ayoola’s skin is a color that sits comfortably between cream and caramel and I am the color of a Brazil nut, before it is peeled; she is made wholly of curves and I am composed only of hard edges.”

  “My Sister, the Serial Killer” is less a murder mystery — it devotes little attention to why Ayoola is killing her boyfriends, other than that she seems to find it remarkably easy to do thanks to a sharp knife she stole from her father — and more a study in the strange complexity of sibling bonds. Ayoola is a tease. Korede, the head nurse at St. Peter’s Hospital, is a dab hand with the multi-surface cleaner and the rubber gloves. Despite their differences, Ayoola and Korede are allies and codependents — sisters-in-arms in the fight to survive in a city that strives to suffocate women at every turn.

  Before his untimely death (it may or may not have been an accident), Ayoola and Korede’s father was a master of the dodgy deal, selling refurbished cars to a dealership as brand-new and building his smart new ranch house on the proceeds. He beats his daughters, tries to pimp them out to important friends and colleagues and brings home his mistress despite his wife also being there at the time. When she screams, he looks at her with indifference. “If you don’t shut up now, I will deal with you.” The girls’ mother reaches for the Ambien.

  “My Sister, the Serial Killer” is a bombshell of a book — sharp, explosive, hilarious. With a deadly aim, Braithwaite lobs jokes, japes and screwball comedy at the reader. Only after you turn the last page do you realize that, as with many brilliant comic writers before her, laughter for Braithwaite is as good for covering up pain as bleach is for masking the smell of blood.




【存】【稿】【没】【了】,【十】【五】【章】【初】【稿】,【保】【守】【估】【计】【四】【万】【字】,【原】【因】【是】【楼】【上】【暖】【气】【片】【爆】【了】,【漏】【水】。 【本】【来】【是】【准】【备】【这】【个】【月】19【号】【爆】【更】【的】【时】【候】【用】,【现】【在】【没】【了】。 【昨】【天】【的】【章】【节】【很】【差】,【真】【的】【就】【跟】【一】【坨】【屎】【一】【样】?【我】【承】【认】【水】,【但】【我】【能】【怎】【么】【办】?【断】【更】?【真】【断】【更】【了】,【你】【们】【骂】【的】【更】【厉】【害】。 【太】【监】【了】,【滚】【吧】,【爷】【不】【看】【了】,【更】【的】【这】【么】【少】,【还】【敢】【休】【假】,【估】【计】【又】【出】【去】【嘚】

【气】【势】【汹】【汹】【的】【来】,【安】【安】【静】【静】【的】【走】。 【用】【这】【句】【话】【来】【形】【容】【卫】【金】【钩】【可】【谓】【是】【前】【所】【未】【有】【的】【正】【确】。 【还】【是】【夹】【着】【尾】【巴】【走】【的】。 【知】【道】【了】【苏】【青】【玄】【有】【英】**【罩】【着】【之】【后】,【卫】【金】【钩】【是】【不】【敢】【有】【什】【么】【异】【议】【了】。【不】【过】【他】【本】【来】【也】【不】【算】【是】【有】【什】【么】【异】【议】,【就】【算】【是】【苏】【青】【玄】【是】【个】【废】【物】,【其】【实】【也】【不】【算】【什】【么】。 【卫】【家】【的】【人】【还】【是】【有】【骨】【气】【的】,【他】【卫】【金】【钩】【行】【走】【江】【湖】【一】【辈】【子】,

  【凌】【晨】【四】【点】,【应】【该】【是】【整】【个】【城】【市】【最】【为】【安】【静】,【却】【又】【透】【露】【着】【一】【丝】【丝】【悸】【动】【的】【时】【间】【段】。 【入】【睡】【的】【人】【们】,【还】【在】【被】【窝】【中】【陷】【入】【美】【梦】【中】,【而】【一】【些】【为】【了】【生】【计】【和】【工】【作】【的】【人】【们】,【已】【然】【开】【始】【起】【床】【准】【备】【着】【新】【的】【一】【天】【的】【日】【常】。 【古】【时】【这】【个】【时】【间】【段】【也】【被】【称】【为】【寅】【时】,【是】【夜】【与】【日】【的】【交】【替】【之】【际】,【新】【的】【一】【天】【新】【的】【阳】【光】,【即】【将】【到】【来】【的】【之】【时】【的】【过】【度】。 【魔】【都】【这】【个】【华】【夏】【最】2017年全年传真输尽光【赏】【赐】【张】【昭】【是】【本】【次】【大】【朝】【会】【上】【的】【最】【后】【一】【件】【事】。【陈】【宽】【看】【到】【张】【昭】【退】【入】【武】【臣】【班】【列】【中】,【尖】【着】【嗓】【子】【道】:“【退】【朝】。” 【心】【中】【略】【有】【些】【羡】【慕】。 【他】【这】【个】【年】【纪】,【该】【有】【的】【赏】【赐】【天】【子】【早】【就】【赏】【赐】【给】【他】。【但】【张】【昭】【在】【十】【八】【岁】【的】【年】【纪】,【甚】【至】【在】【功】【劳】【还】【没】【有】【兑】【现】【时】,【天】【子】【就】【迫】【不】【及】【待】【的】【赏】【赐】【飞】【鱼】【服】,【提】【升】【其】【官】【职】。【这】【是】【何】【等】【的】【圣】【恩】? 【飞】【鱼】【服】,【和】【我】【大】【清】【的】

  【丽】【京】【城】,【驿】【馆】。 【礼】【部】【侍】【郎】【提】【着】【礼】【品】【讪】【讪】【的】【被】【昼】【闫】【打】【发】【了】【出】【来】。 “【王】【不】【见】【客】,【今】【天】【的】【计】【划】【取】【消】。”【昼】【闫】【冷】【冰】【冰】【的】【守】【在】【门】【口】,【不】【近】【人】【情】【的】【抿】【着】【双】【唇】。 【礼】【部】【侍】【郎】【不】【死】【心】,“【这】【位】【大】【人】,【劳】【烦】【您】【去】【通】【传】【一】【声】【可】【好】,【这】【车】【马】【已】【经】【备】【好】【了】,【怎】【么】【说】【也】【要】【见】【上】【一】【面】,【才】【好】【向】【上】【边】【交】【差】【啊】。” 【昼】【闫】【只】【冷】【笑】【了】【一】【声】,【一】【把】【关】

  “【小】【叔】【叔】,【那】【你】【看】【见】【娘】【亲】【和】【爹】【爹】【了】【吗】?【他】【们】【都】【说】【爹】【爹】【娘】【亲】【去】【了】【很】【远】【的】【地】【方】,【可】【是】【我】【明】【明】【看】【到】【爹】【爹】【躺】【在】【地】【上】【的】,【周】【围】【都】【是】【血】。” 【阮】【阮】【小】【声】【的】【说】【着】,【说】【道】【这】【话】【的】【时】【候】,【眼】【眶】【甚】【至】【有】【些】【发】【红】。 【其】【实】【孩】【子】【就】【算】【是】【很】【小】,【还】【是】【会】【有】【一】【些】【感】【觉】【的】【吧】,【那】【中】【异】【常】【的】【感】【觉】。 “【阮】【阮】【是】【不】【是】【做】【噩】【梦】【了】,【爹】【爹】【和】【娘】【亲】【去】【找】【我】【了】,【然】

  “【林】【御】,【这】【次】【你】【可】【出】【尽】【风】【头】【啦】!【也】【许】【从】【明】【天】【开】【始】,【咱】【们】【都】【成】【名】【人】【了】【也】【说】【不】【准】!” 【弗】【兰】【特】【一】【边】【说】【着】,【一】【边】【挥】【剑】【斩】【下】【一】【头】【失】【去】【了】【抵】【抗】【能】【力】,【但】【尚】【未】【死】【去】【的】【三】【臂】【水】【鬼】【的】【头】【颅】。 【这】【玩】【意】【就】【是】【他】【们】【以】【前】【遇】【见】【过】【的】【八】【臂】【水】【鬼】【进】【阶】【版】,【在】【晋】【升】【为】【史】【诗】【之】【后】,【八】【臂】【退】【化】,【仅】【仅】【留】【下】【了】【最】【基】【本】【的】【左】【右】【双】【臂】。 【乍】【一】【看】【这】【玩】【意】【和】【最】【弱】