![]() ![]() Riding the train, she comments on the automated announcements: “I wondered at whom these pearls of wisdom were aimed some passing extraterrestrial, perhaps, or a yak herder from Ulan Bator who had trekked across the steppes, sailed the North Sea, and found himself on the Glasgow-Edinburgh service with literally no prior experience of mechanized transport to call upon.” Eleanor herself might as well be from Ulan Bator-she’s never had a manicure or a haircut, worn high heels, had anyone visit her apartment, or even had a friend. Eleanor Oliphant has something to say about everything. Enlivening this spare existence is a constant inner monologue that is cranky, hilarious, deadpan, and irresistible. ![]() ![]() During the week, she toils in an office-don’t inquire further in almost eight years no one has-and from Friday to Monday she makes the time go by with pizza and booze. A very funny novel about the survivor of a childhood trauma.Īt 29, Eleanor Oliphant has built an utterly solitary life that almost works. ![]()
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