Once again, we are in the hands of a narrator whose unreliability is well earned, and the stakes have never been higher. A triumphant blend of horror, suspense, and pitch-black comedy, Death in Her Hands asks us to consider how the stories we tell ourselves both reflect the truth and keep us blind to it. As her investigation widens, strange dissonances accrue, perhaps associated with the darkness in her own past we must face the prospect that there is either an innocent explanation for all this or a much more sinister one. Ottessa Moshfegh works by standoffishness, her language lean and efficient, her novels withholding the pleasure of plot or scene. Oddly, her suppositions begin to find correspondences in the real world, and with mounting excitement and dread, the fog of mystery starts to fade into menacing certainty. Why her new novel, Death in Her Hands, strives to be gross.
With very little to go on, she invents a list of murder suspects and possible motives for the crime. Becoming obsessed with solving this mystery, our narrator imagines who Magda was and how she met her fate. She is new to this area, alone after the death of her husband, and she knows no one. Our narrator is deeply shaken she has no idea what to make of this. While on her daily walk with her dog in a secluded woods, a woman comes across a note, handwritten and carefully pinned to the ground by stones.
Named a Most Anticipated Book of 2020 by: The Washington Post, Vogue, Marie Claire, Entertainment Weekly, The Millions, New York Magazine, Paste Magazine, LitHub, E News Online, and many more From one of our most ceaselessly provocative literary talents, a novel of haunting metaphysical suspense about an elderly widow whose life is upturned when she finds an ominous note on a walk in the woods.
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