Eleanor Oliphant is socially awkward but has a decent job in
Glasgow, where she lives alone and drinks lots of vodka to get through the
weekends. Then a computer virus causes
her to meet Raymond, the IT guy at her company.
The two become oddball friends, but Eleanor has developed a crush on a
local rock singer. She bears scars on
her face from a fire but her sudden interest in the singer inspires her to cut
her waist-length hair and undergo a makeover.
She may be able to conceal the facial scars, but she has managed to
bottle up deeper emotional scars that ultimately lead her to question her
self-worth. We don’t learn the details
of the fire or, for that matter, the horrors of her childhood at the hands of a
physically and emotionally abusive mother, until very late in the novel. Her friendship with Raymond, however, leads
her to come out of her shell somewhat and meet his mother, as well as the
family of an elderly man whom they assist after a fall. In some ways this novel reminded me of Bridget
Jones’s Diary, in that Eleanor is focused on impressing the
wrong guy and drinks too much, and Eleanor
is just as predictable as Bridget but
not nearly as funny. Actually, Eleanor’s
childhood trauma is so severe that I’m not really sure if this books is
supposed to be funny, although a number of reviewers have described it as
hilarious. In my opinion she is also
delusional, with regard to her crush, among other things, and I suppose her
delusions are a result of the horrors she suffered as a child, but I didn’t
quite get the connection. As for the
book’s predictability, there’s only one remotely surprising revelation near the
end, and I had to kick myself for not having seen it coming, as it mirrors a
similar revelation in The
Woman in the Window.
No comments:
Post a Comment