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Who’s killing the Upper East Side trophy wives?
Unleashing the pent-up fury most Americans feel over the financial crisis, Brenda Cullerton’s wickedly riotous tale of an interior “desecrator” turned murderess is a flaming arrow into the dark heart of Manhattan’s filthy rich.
Working on New York’s Upper East Side for phenomenally rich and frighteningly skinny women who are suffering from BBS (Birkin Bag Syndrome—a muscle ailment due to carrying heavy pocketbooks) has driven interior designer Charlotte Wolfe mad. It seems to her that the insatiable pursuit of luxury breeds monsters. She gets even angrier when she begins to encounter the same thing over and over again: these women are so cheap they go on Craigslist to sell things their husband kept from wife number one.
As the financial crisis escalates and Charlotte’s own resources dwindle, her rage leads her to not only bite the well-manicured hands that feed her, but to do something more—to really clean house.
A razor-sharp satire that’s both laugh-out-loud funny and edge-of-your-seat suspenseful, The Craigslist Murders will inspire readers to cheer an unlikely heroine, whose nightmares are the stuff of a poor person’s dreams.
PRESS AND REVIEWS
“Wickedly topical, with a fully developed and sympathetic protagonist, Cullerton’s debut novel abounds with juicy details about Charlotte’s exclusive world.”
—Kirkus Reviews Link
“Cullerton…has a real knack for satirical writing. Her supporting characters are a mostly fatuous bunch, but not so much that they stop feeling like real people; and Charlotte herself is a marvelous creation, a likably murderous woman whose solution to her intense frustration is, if not legal, at least effective.”
“The book flies cinematically, riffs ferociously, and then floats in moments of poetic contemplation and longing. Swift, sensational, The Craigslist Murders reads scathingly and emotionally true. A tour de force!”
—Laura Jacobs, author of Women About Town and The Bird Catcher
“A brilliantly prophetic and modern tale of the macabre . . . A novel that roars across the intersection of Bret Easton Ellis’s American Psycho and Tom Wolfe’s The Bonfire of the Vanities.”
—James Wolcott, Vanity Fair