South African author Tsamaase wickedly combines the Western-horror haunted-house trope with non-Western context, infusing House of Margins with cultural symbolism and myth while drawing on Indigenous folklore and historical traumas. The book follows emerging author Anaya Sebeya, who has been invited to a prestigious residency at Günter Huis, an eerie colonial mansion on the slopes of Devil’s Peak, where she and four other emerging writers are competing for a grand prize. Being in the mansion inflicts distorted visions and terrible supernatural visitations, pushing Anaya to tell a story no one else dares to tell. Alternating chapters present Anaya’s story and that of her sister Ranewa, who searches for Anaya after she goes missing when the annual Günter Huis Fellowship is awarded, and shockingly, one of the competitors, Miche, launches a true-crime podcast about Anaya’s disappearance. The writing is tense and gives the immersive feeling of being trapped in a nightmare, intertwined with themes of abuse, colonialism, cultural appropriation, and spiritualism. The format combines Miche’s podcasts with Ranewa’s investigation, which jumpstarts when Ranewa discovers her sister’s long lost cell phone on her bed, still charged and sending messages. Readers will unravel as Anaya does, doubting what is true and who and what can be saved—this Afrofuturistic gothic horror story is full of keen observations on how postcolonial racism and the erasure of African culture are still in effect today.—Dodie Ownes
Epistolary
Four strangers—two men, two women, all twenty-somethings—are sharing a table in the grand reading room of the Boston Public Library when a woman screams. They have no idea who she is, where she is, or why she screamed, but it does break down the barriers among the four, and by the time they leave the library, they are fast becoming friends. The crew includes a novelist; a law student; a psychology grad student; and our protagonist, Winifred, known as Freddie, a novelist who hails from Australia. It turns out a woman was murdered in the library, and the fab four take it upon themselves to investigate. But when one of the four is attacked, they begin to realize that there may be a connection between them and the murdered woman. And that one of them may be the murderer. Meanwhile, each chapter ends with correspondence to the author of The Woman in the Library, who lives in Australia, from a Boston-based friend who’s helping her with language and locale—until his communiques take a sinister turn. Readers who enjoy a playfulness in their fiction will be delighted by this book-within-a-book. For fans of Anthony Horowitz.
