This article was originally published in the February 2019 issue of BookPage. Her detailed observations make the bizarre seem plausible, and always enjoyable.
Her characters inhabit their world so completely, so bodily, that they could’ve truly existed. In Bowlaway, McCracken’s prose is well-tooled, hilarious and tender, thoughtful and jocular. Joe becomes manager before an unexplained disappearance, but his fate is intertwined with Bertha’s and the bowling alley, no matter how long he stays away from the lanes. Bowlaway forms the linchpin in the lives of an eccentric cast, from Bertha’s disconsolate widower to Joe Wear, the young watchman who first found Bertha in the cemetery.
People love the alleys they hate the alleys they keep coming back to the alleys. The love in Bowlaway takes many forms: love of a spouse, love of a child, love of self and love of a capricious game.
“Our subject is love because our subject is bowling,” McCracken’s narrator opines early in the novel. When Bertha is struck down in a bewildering accident that evokes (for this reader, anyhow) a scene from the fantastic but short-lived sitcom “Pushing Daisies,” her death sets the lives of those in her orbit spinning. The whole being of Bertha scandalizes and perplexes.
Bertha’s oddities are numerous: bicycling in a split skirt, building an octagonal house named Superba high on a hill, marrying a black doctor named Leviticus Sprague and then letting women bowl in full view of spectators. A turn-of-the-20th-century candlepin bowling alley works its way into people’s lives and under their skin in Elizabeth McCracken’s sixth book.Īfter she seems to materialize in a cemetery in Salford, Massachusetts, Bertha Truitt opens Truitt’s Alleys (later rechristened Bowlaway), which takes on a life as mysterious as her own. To tell a good tale, you need drama-and in this area, Bowlaway spares no expense.
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