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In prison, they call her the Sculptress for the strange figurines she carves-- symbols of the day she hacked her mother and sister to pieces and reassembled them in a blood-drenched jigsaw. Sullen, menacing, grotesquely fat, Olive Martin is burned-out journalist Rosalind Leigh's only hope of getting a new book published. But as she interviews Olive in her cell, Roz finds flaws in the Sculptress's confession. Is she really guilty as she insists? Drawn into Olive's world of obsessive lies and love, nothing can stop Roz's pursuit of the chilling, convoluted truth. Not the tidy suburbanites who would rather forget the murders, not an attack on her life-- not even the thought of what might happen if the Sculptress went free...
As you can see, after reading a few other things I did finally succumb to the temptation of another early Walter’s crime number! This intense and unforgettable novel was the 1994 Edgar Award winner, and it proved every bit as compelling today as it must have seemed back then. Two powerful female protagonists are drawn ever closer together in an intriguing game of cat and mouse, that rather resembles the technique of Ruth Rendell. The plot is excellent and the outcome satisfyingly difficult to guess.