Eileen
Ratings158
Average rating3.5
Eileen is perverted and unsettling. Throughout the whole book there is an eerie sense of foreboding as she slowly leads up to the crime.
Definitely well written and I do think books that make you uncomfortable have merit, I just didn't enjoy the ride as much as I had hoped I would.
Eileen is perverted and unsettling. Throughout the whole book there is an eerie sense of foreboding as she slowly leads up to the crime.
Definitely well written and I do think books that make you uncomfortable have merit, I just didn't enjoy the ride as much as I had hoped I would.
for me, this book doesn't really delve into the crime, mystery & thriller aspect but more into eileen's uncomfortable and loneliness thoughts. i personally find this book boring and there's only few parts that excite me.
for me, this book doesn't really delve into the crime, mystery & thriller aspect but more into eileen's uncomfortable and loneliness thoughts. i personally find this book boring and there's only few parts that excite me.
“I'd never learned how to relate to people, much less how to speak up for myself. I preferred to sit and rage quietly.”
There’s an underlying uneasiness to this somewhat stream of consciousness tale; an almost haunting feeling like there could be a supernatural element introduced at some point, but it never arrives. I don’t know if that’s what Shirley Jackson embodies at times, as I have yet to read the heralded author. Eileen is certainly a slow-burner—emphasis on slowburn—with moments of meandering coming of age blended in, but I enjoyed my time with this complex character study. Due to its intricate narrative pacing I do think it begins to lose steam in the third act, but there was a consistently palpable comparison to the great film, Carol. A strong debut for Moshfegh, and you can easily see the fleshed out development from Eileen to the Narrator in her best book, My Year of Rest and Relaxation.
“I'd never learned how to relate to people, much less how to speak up for myself. I preferred to sit and rage quietly.”
There’s an underlying uneasiness to this somewhat stream of consciousness tale; an almost haunting feeling like there could be a supernatural element introduced at some point, but it never arrives. I don’t know if that’s what Shirley Jackson embodies at times, as I have yet to read the heralded author. Eileen is certainly a slow-burner—emphasis on slowburn—with moments of meandering coming of age blended in, but I enjoyed my time with this complex character study. Due to its intricate narrative pacing I do think it begins to lose steam in the third act, but there was a consistently palpable comparison to the great film, Carol. A strong debut for Moshfegh, and you can easily see the fleshed out development from Eileen to the Narrator in her best book, My Year of Rest and Relaxation.
