My attraction to this book was the author’s name. When I cruise places to download books, I like to look for writers from other parts of the world so the African name stood out, especially since she was someone I knew nothing about, and reading about her, I saw that rather than English, she had written this in Dutch, the first Flemish author of a novel who was of African origin, and that she’d won awards with this book so I thought it worth a try.
So… I liked this book, it was well-written and well-developed, but the plot devices were nothing new to me. The story centers around four prostitutes in Antwerp who had all arrived from Nigeria, through a “procurer” in Lagos. (“Pimp” isn’t exactly the word I’d use because he found and financed the passage of the women to send them to a madam in Antwerp. The brothel is on Zwartzezusterstraat, which means “Black Sisters Street.” This name isn’t explained but I had enough German to figure it out.) One of them, Sisi, is murdered early in the book – it didn’t explicitly say “murder” but it didn’t seem likely she fell over from a heart attack – and so it becomes a murder mystery as well as the chance for each, as she grieves, to tell her story of how she arrived there. Sisi’s story is also told, as well as the events leading up to her murder, as well as the murder itself, so the reader isn’t left hanging there.
The problem for me is that although the stories are tragic and far too common in this world, they are also far too common plot devices in a lot of books, and easily recognizable. Sisi is at a dead end where she lives because although she has a university degree, no one will hire her. Her boyfriend is in a dead-end teaching job, her father in a dead-end civil service job, and she can see that neither she nor anyone else will ever achieve what they’ve dreamed of, so when she’s offered a job as a “nanny” in Belgium, she leaps at it. When she finds out what it really is, she’s not particularly surprised and just gets on with it as a way of paying off her debt to the procurer so that she can begin to live her dreams.
As for the others, there are the usual stories: the young girl who is the kept woman of a rich man until he dumps her when she becomes pregnant, the daughter of a minister who is less than holy with her, civil war and rape, the young woman who’s not accepted by her lover’s family, and while all this is obviously tragic, it’s nothing new or shocking; you can see where each story is going to end up well before it finishes. Nor is any of them maltreated in her work even if they may not like the work or their clients; for them, it’s a means to an end. It’s as if they have changed one dull, hopeless life for another. (This might be compared to “Purge” by Sofi Oksanen where the life of an Eastern European woman tricked into prostitution is really an unimaginable nightmare.) Another niggling point is that when the book tells how each ends up in the future, it sounds as if the world hasn’t changed at all, they’re just 20 or 40 years older. Finally, the murder was not as mysterious as I’d hoped; it was more-or-less what I’d suspected.
In the end, I found this to be a well-written book but not something to rave about or particularly recommend, nor anything to dissuade someone from reading. It tells its story, it entertains, but it doesn’t inspire.