Women do sometimes kill their children (although less often than men do), usually because they are depressed. But this narrator is utterly unredeemed. Her husband is attentive and loving and an actively engaged father. He is certainly not a fool, so his failure to see his wife’s disturbed state is puzzling. I’m not sure what Noli is trying to say in this book. The unnamed narrator is treated entirely without sympathy; she is not suffering from post-natal depression. Although the book bravely touches upon some of the unspeakable (usually fleeting) feelings of women for their children, it does not seriously address these matters. In its bold inversion of the angel-in-the-house ideology, perhaps Still Waters can be read as a thriller, but it doesn’t work for me.