“The baby is
dead. It took only a few seconds.”
Browsing the local bookshop, I gasped in shock as I read those
words. The first chapter is only 2.5 pages long, so I just continued reading,
mouth open. Immediately I knew I wanted
to read this book, and that it was one I wouldn’t put down until it was
finished, so armed with my new purchase, I headed off to the local park, bought
an ice-cream, and continued reading.
“When
Myriam decides to return to work, she and her husband look for a nanny for
their two young children. They find their dream candidate: Louise: a quiet,
polite and devoted woman who sings to their children, cleans the family's chic
Paris apartment, stays late without complaint and hosts enviable birthday
parties. But as the couple and their nanny become increasingly dependent on
each other, jealousy, resentment and suspicions start to breed, and Myriam and
Paul's idyllic domesticity is shattered.”
From the first lines, Leila Slimani sets out her intention,
that this is going to be a horrific tale and one that those triggered by child
violence should not read. There is not going to be a soft approach to any of
the issues which are raised in this book. Within the first paragraph you know
that a baby is dead, a little girl is in a critical condition and the mother is
hysterical. A 4th person has tried to take their own life. The
wheels have been set in motion and the reader must make an uncomfortable decision,
keep reading and head out on a journey
to find out how and why the children are dead, or leave the book on the shelf
and find something less disturbing in the bookshop.
TRUST. Such a short word, but so powerful. Believing
someone, hoping that they are honest, reliable, that they are speaking the
truth…it is a difficult thing to do, especially the older you get. We put trust
in people all our lives, from our early years of trusting someone with a secret
that they then tell the whole school about, so you find out that they’re not as
reliable as once thought, to getting older and trusting a complete stranger to
operate on us.
I’ve never had the worry about employing someone to look
after a child. The closest I’ve got to is when I go on holiday, there’s only
one person I trust with the welfare of my cat; God knows what I’ll do if I (or
they) ever move house. I know my cat is safe, so I really can’t imagine how
hard it would be for me to put my trust in someone to look after my flesh and
blood – especially a small defenceless child.
“ ‘My nanny is a
miracle-worker.’ That is what Myriam says when she describes Louise’s sudden
entrance into their lives.”
After interviewing several candidates for the role of a
nanny, Myriam and Paul decide they have struck gold when Louise walks into
their life. She is immediately at ease holding the baby and playing games with
Mila, calling her a princess. She cooks dinner and cleans the house so that
Myriam can concentrate on her career as a successful lawyer, and Paul can continue
with his demanding schedules working as a music producer. Louise quickly makes
herself indispensable, the household has never run so smoothly, but there is
already a chilling discomfort as each page is turned, the reader is aware,
unlike the parents, that Louise is no Mary Poppins.