Gail Donohue Storey's The Lord's Motel deals with the scattered life of Colleen Sweeney, and her struggle to retain sanity in the face of an aimlessness and co-dependency that has left her perilously close to emotional disaster.
Colleen works in a library, and demonstrates enough initiative to create a prison book delivery program, despite substantial administrative resistance. She calls it Service to the Unserved.
But not everything about Colleen's life is so well orchestrated. Personally, she is far from together. She is right at home in her small, somewhat seedy apartment complex with its collection of tenants in varying degrees of mental stability. These neighbors (including a New Age pseudo-prophet named St. Francis, who manages the place) are Colleen's surrogate family, and they provide a number of wise and comic moments in the book.
Colleen also has an unhealthy attachment to a man of questionable character, whose manipulation and sexual deviance she would rather endure than risk the terror of being alone.
Everything about Colleen suggests both kindness and desperation. She is at once playful and panicked. Storey's use of first person narration is appropriate to her character's impulsiveness and unwitting flirtation with the darker side of life. We see events unfold as Colleen does, but with greater perspective (Ever noticed it's always easier to spot the horrors in someone else's life?).
Dialogue and imagery are both fresh. The tone of the book is light, but to dismiss it as quirk is to miss the point entirely. There are serious issues at work. Colleen's cute-speak is a happy mask, designed to disguise despair. One gets the sense that if for one second Colleen stopped smiling, her face would crack like poorly treated porcelain.
Perhaps Service to the Unserved is a metaphor for Colleen's precarious plight, and by extension the rest of us. I liked Colleen. I found her to be in most ways normal, which is frightening. But maybe the real fright is that so many of us are, at some point in our lives, a single thread away from losing it. On the other hand, maybe we're all just walking around in need of a little Service.
Reading The Lord's Motel might do the trick.