The Portable Veblen by Elizabeth McKenzie

Whimsy can be difficult to pull off in adult fiction. It requires a deft hand and careful attention to detail to make a few whimsical elements fold easily into an otherwise everyday story. But when whimsy is the cornerstone of a novel that tackles remarkably heavy and important issues, it can all start to feel like a prolonged, unfunny joke. This is the trap into which Elizabeth McKenzie’s The Portable Veblen falls.
Veblen Amundsen-Hovda is a temp working in the neurology department at Stanford University and spending her spare time translating Norwegian documents. One day she meets Paul Vreeland, a gifted doctor working on a groundbreaking device that could help soldiers who suffer brain injuries in the field, and the two begin a whirlwind love affair that results in their engagement within a few months of meeting. But when Paul receives a significant job change abd the two learn about each other’s family baggage, chaos threatens to tear them apart.
The novel is far reaching, a fact that could make The Portable Veblen illuminating. Sadly, it feels clunky and disorienting instead. Veblen is named after her hypochondriac mother’s hero, obscure economist and writer Thorstein Veblen who objected to the vapid materialism of the Gilded Age. Veblen herself admires her namesake immensely, and seems to consider him an almost religious figure, complete with a framed portrait of the thinker hanging on her wall. But she also has a lifelong obsession with squirrels, a relationship fostered by a lonely childhood overshadowed by the needs of her emotionally volatile and manipulative mother. Veblen and one particular squirrel, implied to have followed her since childhood, seem to have an almost telepathic relationship that drives her and Paul apart, as the squirrel subtly hints that the two aren’t ready for marriage.