Sunday, July 15, 2018
Joy, by Wale Lawal
Third person narrative is the norm. First person has advantages and limitations. Second person is a gimmick. (And here is the best second-person story I have ever read.)
This story tells (in second person) about a pregnant wife who hires a house servant named Joy. It is clear that the master-servant relationship in Nigeria would not be acceptable in the U.S. (Displaying all her possessions when she arrives? Kneeling when she speaks?)
But the protagonist begins to suspect that Joy has nefarious intentions, especially about her husband. Is this a pregnant woman with a dangerous delusion, or is something worse happening here? Somebody is going to get hurt...