Translated from German by Anthea Bell
Nominated for the 2017 International Dublin Literary Award by the Salzburg City Library
*** Review contains mild spoilers ***
Eight years of married bliss are brought to an abrupt halt when Brünhilde Blum’s husband is killed in a hit and run. Mark was a policeman, working off-the-record on a case involving allegations of kidnap and torture of illegal refugees. The woman, Dunya, making these claims had been written off as a fantasist by the police force, yet Mark felt otherwise. Following his death, Blum listens to the recorded conversations between Mark and Dunya and becomes convinced that his death was not accidental.
She sets off to discover the identity of those Dunya knows only as the photographer, the priest, the huntsman, the cook and the clown to exact revenge, and the reader has no doubts whatsoever that she will be succeed. Because Blum is a dormant psychopath, having already avenged her tormented childhood on her adoptive parents – this episode forms the prologue. She has the guts, the knowledge, and the wherewithall.
An undertaker, there’s not much Blum doesn’t know about body disposal, so hiding the evidence isn’t a problem. Nor is dispatching her prey, once located. Her biggest problem is the father of the photographer, who suspects something malign has happened to his boy when he disappears without trace. This thread adds the hunter is being hunted frisson to proceedings, because the police don’t have a clue that a serial killer is at large.
And yet Blum is a loving mother, a caring daughter-in-law and a genuinely grief-stricken wife. Cozy domestic scenes, interspersed throughout the book, are to be enjoyed, because the rest is brutal: the story of Blum’s childhood, that of the refugees, the revenge killings, the graphic and grisly dismembering of the corpses. Plus an extra eek factor, which Blum reserves for the final scumbag. This is not a novel for the faint-hearted.
I hesitate to say I enjoyed this, although I raced through it. I certainly wanted justice to be done, but then I question whether I should have been empathising with such a bloodythirsty psychopath. Or even with her nice-guy-but-dead-hubby. Because there’s a secret revealed in the epilogue that shows him not to have been as honourable as we are led to believe ….