Gail Lomond’s book Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine is a trip. A trip to Scotland, for those who haven’t been there—but also a trip through a very messed-up brain. Eleanor Oliphant begins the book by explaining what a perfectly normal person she is, working a perfectly normal office job in Glasgow, and for a while, it all actually seems—well, normal. But then things start to get weird.
For starters, Eleanor falls madly in love/obsession with a singer. A singer she’s never met. So, obviously, she stalks him. And gets a bikini wax. Just to be ready. And a haircut. And a new wardrobe. While all of this makeover is slowly happening, you get to follow her interactions with coworkers, stylists, retail workers, and various other people, and you get the feeling that something’s off with Eleanor. She doesn’t seem to understand the same social cues everyone else does. And she’s got a horrible burn scar on her face that people keep staring at.
And then her mom calls. Oh, heavens, this woman is a nutcase. She takes her weekly call from her mother, who is apparently in a high-security prison, and is an absolute psychopath. I mean, the woman is the very definition of manipulative. Suddenly, some of the social issues Eleanor deals with start to make sense. And as Eleanor is navigating her way towards the singer of her dreams, she has to start grappling with some issues and situations she’s never been brave enough to deal with before.
This book is something of a slice-of-life, and something of a psychological thriller. I mean, there was a while there when I was afraid Eleanor was going to turn out to be a serial killer or something, but she was actually just a messed-up kind of normal. And it’s got a surprisingly happy ending. I really liked this book. Which is a little frightening, because it felt like a wild ride through a therapist’s office. But a good one, in the end. ♦