Jane Doe is a good title, but it's simple and hard to search for. The book, though--the book is a blast. Apparently I'm having a moment of loving my non-neurotypical narrators.
Helen Stone's new novel (she's written many others under a couple of
names) is a methodical telling of a woman out for revenge. It's one of
those books that doesn't really have much of an arc, and you're
propelled on less by tension than by curiosity--the character sets out
to do something and you watch her do it. You can't look away. It's
competence porn about destroying someone's life.
our narrator, Jane, is not like most people. The word she uses for
herself is sociopath, though I'm not sure she meets the clinical
definition. She says that she does feel emotions, but rarely, and not
urgently. She does have the impulse control problems and lack of guilt
and shame that might come with sociopathy, but , as she points out, that
doesn't make her a murderer. She has no reason NOT to murder
someone--no guilt, no shame--but she doesn't particularly want to,
Until, maybe, now. Because her best-and-only
friend was taken from her, and the man responsible needs to pay. So
Jane leaves her high-power job and dyes her hair soft blonde and gets a
job as a temp in his office, and waits for him to notice her.
And the wheels are in motion.
This was the book that I wanted the YA book Premediated
to be. Watching a master at work is pretty delightful, and honestly, it
was just glorious watching a woman move through the world without
apology, calling out all bull as she sees it.
Thanks to Smart Bitches, Trashy Books for steering me right with this one!
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