A year ago, I picked up a book, “Chanson Douce,” that I’ve thought about pretty much every day since.
The baby is dead. The little girl soon will be too. There is screaming from upstairs. It is the mother who has come home early. A neighbour talks to the police.
“The baby is dead. It only took a few seconds,” so begins Lullaby.
“And then time started to drag; the clocklike perfection of the family mechanism became jammed.” Billed as the French Gone Girl, Leïla Slimani’s Lullaby is not quite as suspense
Reading French-Moroccan author Leïla Slimani’s spine-tingling Prix Goncourt-winning novel Lullaby, I kept thinking back to Loin du 16e.
If you’ve ever been paid to look after someone else’s children – and I have – then you will know what a queasy, bittersweet transaction it is.
In New York in 2012, in a case that cast a chill over wealthy Manhattan, a young brother and sister were stabbed to death at their home on the Upper West Side.