I don't know why this is so bland for me, it just is - perhaps the writing style?The book was best when it delved into the privileges that allow you to be an eccentric, such as gender and money but didn't do more than a light nod on the topic of race. The whole ordeal of 'helping people with mental illnesses is bad hurr durr' is tired and frankly appalling. Sure, sectioning people is hardly helping them, and brutal - but some people could be dead without medication, so I hate the way it's portrayed as zombifying. It can be, certainly - but it also stops suicides, so get off your high horse.
I was happy that the rather arbitrary quest for the most eccentric was largely abandoned, but despite the title the accounts of almost everyone seemed very brief.
Another thing that irked me was the fact that everyday, quieter eccentrics were viewed with condescension. Sure, they don't make for books with as much potential to be interesting, but they do count. Often, these smaller, quieter eccentricities are in those who, financially or any other reason, either cannot afford to be Eccentric with a capital, or haven't the social mobility and understanding
Not awful, but dull for the subject matter. The superb Jon Ronson must have had a cold while recommending this.