HOUSE WOMAN

A young Nigerian American man is offered a “wife” against her will in this domestic thriller.

A successful lawyer in Philadelphia, Nnaemeka returns to Texas to visit his parents and finds a strange woman in the kitchen. He's immediately attracted to her “musical” voice, her shape, her cooking—and doesn’t care much about her story. To him, Ikemefuna is “simplicity itself.” Their parents knew each other in Lagos many years ago, and now she has come to America to be his wife. As the novel offers different perspectives from chapter to chapter, switching not only between Nna and Ikemefuna, but also their mothers and the next-door neighbor, it is quickly revealed that this is not just an arranged marriage story. Ikemefuna seems trapped in the house; Nna’s parents have taken (and eaten) her passport. They force her to cook, to please and obey all of them, and to sleep with Nna so that she might become pregnant as soon as possible. Nna refuses to believe what she tells him about his parents, and soon he, too, is part of the abuse. The novel teems with menace, and at a time when Black horror is thriving in Hollywood, there are early hints that there might be supernatural elements to the conflict. Ikemefuna sometimes blacks out and commits acts of violence, and then there is the strange fact that Nna looks eerily like her mother. There is no escaping, however, the real truth at the heart of the horror: This is a novel about crime, crimes committed in the name of male supremacy. It is even more so, though, a novel that interrogates the American dream and the idea that leaving home truly allows one greater opportunity to thrive. It’s about how the sins of the past cannot be outrun and how everyone has a breaking point.

A modern successor to Gaslight: disorienting and disturbing.