Yesterday, I called up the airline again, this
was the third time I had called up about the error.
A week ago, I made a flight booking for two passengers by redeeming some
airmiles. When the tickets were issued,
I noticed that there had to be a mistake
in one of our tickets as the order of my family name was placed differently
from the way his family name was placed.
I immediately called up the airline and was told
that the order of my name on my ticket was incorrect and they would rectify the
error and email me a fresh ticket. I therefore left my email
address and phone number with the customer service personnel. At the end of the
call, I also pressed ‘yes’ to the question as to whether I would like to speak
to the same officer the next time I call.
Two days later, as I had not received the
ticket, I telephoned the call centre again and was told that the name was
correct when the ticket was first issued
and now it had become incorrect and they would have to rectify it. I was told
that procedurally before any correction was made, I should have been asked to
send in my passport copy to verify the name and I was advised to send in my
passport copy this time. I was given the email address to send on a copy of my
passport. At the end of the call I again pressed ‘yes’ to the question as to
whether I would like to speak to the same officer the next time I call. I asked
for her name and I had emailed my passport to her attention.
The story is written in first-person voice. Every
year, she gets scheduled visits from social workers and every Wednesday evening , she speaks to her
mother who had become institutionalized somewhere unknown to her. From her narration of the conversation with her
mother, the latter comes across manipulative and terribly unkind.
‘ Mummy has always told me that I am ugly,
freakish, vile. She’s done so from my earliest years, even before I acquired my
scars. So I felt very happy about making these changes. Excited. I was a blank
canvas.
At home
that evening, I looked into the mirror above the washbasin while I washed my
damaged hands. Ther I was Eleanor Oliphant. Long, straight, light brown hair that runs all the way down to my waist, pale skin, my face a scarred palimpsest
of fire. A nose that’s too small and eyes that are too big. Ears.:
unexceptional. Around average height, approximately average weight. I aspire to
average….I’ve been the focus of far too much attention in my time. Pass me
over, move along please, nothing to see here.
When Eleanor asks her mother about her father
looks like, she says,
“ I can’t remember what he looked like.”
Eleanor is a survivor of a tragic past and yet the
protagonist does not wallow in self-pity. When you get to know her, she is bright, fiercely
independent and an endearing character. With the right amount of help that she does not realise that she clearly needs, she finally finds the courage to face the dark corners in her life.
Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman is a heartwarming story. click
Reese Witherspoon has optioned the film right to the book and a film is presently in the making.
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