‘Pretty Girls’ by Karin Slaughter is a brutal, graphic thriller where unreliability is born from family secrets. Years after their sister’s disappearance tore the family apart, Claire and Lydia are estranged. When Claire’s husband is murdered, she is pulled back into the dark world of the investigation. Both sisters are unreliable narrators of their own trauma and of each other.
Claire, living a privileged life, repressed the past. Lydia, spiraling from addiction, is consumed by it. Their separate narratives are full of gaps, half-truths, and judgments about the other. The truth about their sister and their own family history has been willfully ignored and secretly hoarded by different members. Piecing together what really happened means untangling decades of lies they’ve told themselves and each other.
An underrated gem is 'The Likeness' by Tana French. While the detective, Cassie Maddox, is the narrator, the unreliability comes from the victim, Lexie Madison, whose identity Cassie must impersonate. Lexie's life—her friendships, her secrets, her personality—is a mystery that Cassie reconstructs through the biased, loving memories of her housemates. Everyone is an unreliable witness to who Lexie really was.
Cassie, as she goes undercover, starts to lose herself in Lexie's constructed identity, making her own narration less stable. The book is a deep dive into the fragility of self and how we are all, to some degree, unreliable narrators of our own lives, performing different versions for different people. The central mystery is as much about identity as it is about murder.
Huh. I never really thought about it before, but is an ‘unreliable narrator’ just any first-person POV? I mean, isn’t everyone’s perspective biased by definition? Maybe the thrillers just make the bias dangerous.
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