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Bowlaway : a novel
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9780062862853

9780062862860
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First edition.
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New York, NY : Ecco, An Imprint of HarperCollins Publishers, [2019]
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373 pages ; 24 cm
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"A sweeping and enchanting new novel from the widely beloved, award-winning author Elizabeth McCracken about three generations of an unconventional New England family who own and operate a candlepin bowling alley"-- Provided by publisher.

Bertha Truitt has always been an enigma to people in Salford, Massachusetts. She was discovered unconscious in a cemetery at the turn of the twentieth century-- nothing but a bowling ball, a candlepin, and fifteen pounds of gold on her person. She marries and starts a family with Leviticus Sprague, the doctor who revived her. The bowling alley she opens quickly becomes Salford's most defining landmark. When Bertha dies in a freak accident, her heretofore-unheard-of son arrives, claiming Truitt Alleys. This begins generations of inheritance battles, murky paternities, and hidden wills. -- adapted from jacket
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A sweeping and enchanting new novel from the widely beloved, award-winning author Elizabeth McCracken about three generations of an unconventional New England family who own and operate a candlepin bowling alley



From the day she is discovered unconscious in a New England cemetery at the turn of the twentieth century--nothing but a bowling ball, a candlepin, and fifteen pounds of gold on her person--Bertha Truitt is an enigma to everyone in Salford, Massachusetts. She has no past to speak of, or at least none she is willing to reveal, and her mysterious origin scandalizes and intrigues the townspeople, as does her choice to marry and start a family with Leviticus Sprague, the doctor who revived her. But Bertha is plucky, tenacious, and entrepreneurial, and the bowling alley she opens quickly becomes Salford's most defining landmark--with Bertha its most notable resident.

When Bertha dies in a freak accident, her past resurfaces in the form of a heretofore-unheard-of son, who arrives in Salford claiming he is heir apparent to Truitt Alleys. Soon it becomes clear that, even in her death, Bertha's defining spirit and the implications of her obfuscations live on, infecting and affecting future generations through inheritance battles, murky paternities, and hidden wills.

In a voice laced with insight and her signature sharp humor, Elizabeth McCracken has written an epic family saga set against the backdrop of twentieth-century America. Bowlaway is both a stunning feat of language and a brilliant unraveling of a family's myths and secrets, its passions and betrayals, and the ties that bind and the rifts that divide.


Reviews 5

Publisher's Weekly Review

McCracken's stellar novel (after Thunderstruck) opens at the turn of the 20th century with Bertha Truitt being discovered unconscious in a cemetery in little Salford, Mass., seemingly having fallen from the sky. Bertha is middle-aged, plump, and enjoys the absence of a corset, but in spite of her unprepossessing appearance, she initiates a love affair with Leviticus Sprague, the doctor who revives her at the cemetery. The two marry and have a daughter, Minna. Townspeople, meanwhile, find Bertha charismatic; they begin to dream about her and to credit her with magical powers. With fierce determination, she establishes a bowling alley that uses newfangled candlepins, a game that she (falsely) claims to have invented. Bertha's loving family completes her happiness before a freak accident (McCracken is a pro at inventing such surprises) derails her plans. Almost everyone-Joe Wear and Virgil, LuEtta and Jeptha, Nahum and Margaret-with whom Bertha has come in contact mystically finds himself or herself in love; often the catalyst is the bowling alley, where they meet. Loss is as prevalent as love, however, and the whims of fate cast a melancholy tinge on characters' lives. The bowling alley itself is almost a character, reflecting the vicissitudes of history that determine prosperity or its opposite. McCracken writes with a natural lyricism that sports vivid imagery and delightful turns of phrase. Her distinct humor enlivens the many plot twists that propel the narrative, making for a novel readers will sink into and savor. (Feb.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.


Kirkus Review

Bleak House meets Our Town in a century-spanning novel set in a New England bowling alley.More than many writers, McCracken (Thunderstruck and Other Stories, 2014, etc.) understands the vast variety of ways to be human and the vast variety of ways human beings have come up with to love each other, not all of them benevolent. She also understands how all those different ways spring from the same yearning impulse. She names her new novelwhich she calls "a genealogy"after its setting, a candlepin bowling alley founded by the novel's matriarch, who is said to have invented the game. "Maybe somebody else had invented the game first. That doesn't matter. We have all of us invented things that others have beat us to: walking upright, a certain sort of sandwich involving avocado and an onion roll, a minty sweet cocktail, ourselves, romantic love, human life." McCracken's parade of Dickensian grotesques fall in love, feud, reproduce, vanish, and reappear, all with a ridiculous dignity that many readers, if they're honest, will cringe to recognize from their own lives. The plot is stylized: One character dies in the Great Boston Molasses Flood of 1919, another by spontaneous human combustion. There are orphans, secret wills, and hidden treasure. But unlike Dickens', McCracken's plot works more by iteration than clockwork, like linked stories, or a series of views of the same landscape from different vantage points in different seasons, or the frames in a bowling game. Her psychological acuity transforms what might otherwise have been a twee clutter of oddball details into moving metaphors for the human condition. "Our subject is love," she writes. "Unrequited love, you might think, the heedless headstrong ball that hurtles nearsighted down the alley. It has to get close before it can pick out which pin it loves the most, which pin it longs to set spinning. Then I love you! Then blammo. The pins are reduced to a pile, each one entirely all right in itself. Intact and bashed about. Again and again, the pins stand for it until they're knocked down."Parents and children, lovers, brothers and sisters, estranged spouses, work friends and teammates all slam themselves together and fling themselves apart across the decades in the glorious clatter of McCracken's unconventional storytelling. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.


Booklist Review

*Starred Review* McCracken (Thunderstruck & Other Stories, 2014) is a beloved bard of the eccentric, the misbegotten, and the unfathomable. In this epic American tall tale, a woman has seemingly fallen from the sky, landing in a cemetery in little, turn-of-the-twentieth-century Salford, Massachusetts. Two misfits happen upon her: the limping, lonely orphan Joe Wear and Leviticus Sprague, a poetry-loving doctor. Bertha Truitt, strong, solid, and assertive, turns out to be an evangelist for the tricky sport of candlepin bowling. She opens a bowling alley, the book's anchoring center; hires Joe; encourages women bowlers; and scandalously marries Dr. Sprague, a black man. They have a prodigy daughter, Minna, fervently loved by the household help, Margaret, long after Minna vanishes. Mysteries human and supernatural percolate, punctuated by unlikely passions, crimes, and bizarre deaths as scoundrels, godsends, lost souls, and screw-ups converge at the bowling alley. As the Truitt line barely survives generation-by-generation, the decades are marked by changes in bowling-alley equipment and decor. McCracken writes with exuberant precision, ingenious lyricism, satirical humor, and warmhearted mischief and delight. Though some otherworldly elements feel forced, McCracken is unerring in her spirited emotional and social discernment. This compassionate and rambunctious saga about love, grief, prejudice, and the courage to be one's self chimes with novels by John Irving, Audrey Niffenegger, and Alice Hoffman.--Donna Seaman Copyright 2018 Booklist


New York Review of Books Review

"BOWLAWAY" BEGINS with a body in a cemetery: a mysterious woman wearing a divided skirt, a tenpin bowling ball and bowling pin in her bag. It is 1900. And the body is alive. Her name is Bertha Truitt. No one knows where she came from or how she got to the Salford, Mass., cemetery, and she doesn't say, but she brings with her the shock of life. It is felt by Joe Wear, the watchman who finds her, who "couldn't shake the alarm he'd felt upon seeing her in the morning frost, the pleasure when she'd opened her eyes. She had been brought back from the dead. Her nose was now florid with life, her little teeth loosely strung." It's felt by the doctor who happens by the cemetery, a black man from the Canadian Maritimes, when he feels her pulse, waking her from a Sleeping Beauty-like sleep. "'But what were you doing here?' Dr. Leviticus Sprague asked her. "Poor man. She admired how their hands looked folded together. 'Darling sir,' she said. T was dreaming of love.' " With her energy, her empathy, her flamboyance, her demands and her love, Bertha creates a devoted family. There's Joe Wear, a man with a limp and no prospects who loves men rather than women; Dr. Sprague, a scholar, poet and medical doctor in a land that does not value those accomplishments in a black man; and another oddity, Jeptha Arrison, a patient in the hospital where Bertha is taken to recuperate, a man considered mentally deficient, who curls up at the end of her hospital bed to be near her. Dr. Sprague winds up marrying her, Joe Wear manages the candlepin bowling alley she opens and Jeptha Arrison becomes its all-important pinbody. He scrambles onto the lanes to set up the tall, narrow pins in precise constellations, preparing them to be knocked down, again and again. Candlepin bowling, Bertha's passion, is a game played in New England and the Maritimes, and it serves as the novel's unlikely, crashing, arrhythmic leitmotif. "Our subject is love because our subject is bowling. Candlepin bowling_Nobody has ever bowled a perfect string. ... Nobody, in other words, may look upon the face of God.... Our subject is love. Unrequited love, you might think, the heedless headstrong ball that hurtles nearsighted down the alley. It has to get close before it can pick out which pin it loves the most.... Then I love you! Then blammo." Like a pinbody, Elizabeth McCracken steadies her constellation of characters, and readers watch as fate rolls their way, knocking them sideways, sending them flying into the gutters or skimming past them, missing them altogether. There are whimsical births, as when Bertha goes into labor while she's stuck in a doorway at the top of a spiral staircase. ("Mother of God! " the young maid cries. "Shall 1 get the lard?") There are whimsical deaths (spontaneous combustion, a flood of molasses, a block of granite roaring down a hill, smashing a woman into a tobacconist's wooden Indian). Generations pass. Characters disappear to reinvent themselves or ruin themselves. In the bowling alley, there are births and deaths and betrayals, there are con men and men searching for ghosts, rebellious women and powerful women and women with babies strapped to their backs. There is love so powerful it destroys its victims. And there is grief. Leviticus is so distraught at Bertha's death that he moves into the bowling alley, sleeping on Bertha's lane, attempting to drink himself into oblivion. His sister writes to him: "Now you will find out how sorrow shapes a life." "But sorrow doesn't shape your life, ft knocks the shape out. ft severs, it unstuffs, it dissolves, ft explodes." "An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination," McCracken's exquisite 2008 memoir about her stillborn child, was a chronicle of shattered joy and expectation. The collection of short stories she published in 2014, "Thunderstruck," was also sharply focused on loss, all kinds of loss, and the spaces it leaves behind. Always, though, shining through the carefully, beautifully painted grays, is the clarity of McCracken's humor, bright and invigorating, like flickers of sunlight. Humor illuminates her work, revealing things clearly that we might have overlooked. McCracken refuses to distinguish between the absurdity of comedy and the absurdity of tragedy. Her first novel, "The Giant's House," was a seamless expression of that comic/tragic vision. "Bowlaway" (her third novel, and first in 18 years) is jumpier, twitchier, a big book that veers in and out of the lives of its idiosyncratic characters, creating what McCracken calls a "genealogy," occasionally verging, in its bric-a-brac of historical oddball detail, on the precious. But McCracken's ironic perspective, her humor and her deeply humane imagination never desert her. After Bertha's death, Leviticus wants to create a monument to her, a doll that Joe Wear will carve out of bowling pins. "'Life-size?' " ... No such thing as life-size: you'd always be fractionally off, and the difference would be heartbreaking. "He drew a shape in the air. 'Yea high,' he said. 'Yea wide.' " 'So smaller.' " 'Smaller,' said Leviticus. 'Has to be.' " The doll can never fill the exact space of the person it represents; the doll has to be smaller because Bertha's life was so big, because all life is so big. Even so, the Bertha doll has a life of its own in the novel, a work of art that is ignored, loved, mocked and admired, that disappears and reappears, worn and decrepit and important. The Bertha doll haunts the bowling alley, and the people there, like a dream - realistic but not real, not alive but not dead, either. Some of the novel's characters believe in ghosts, or try to. After Leviticus Sprague's death, the people of Salford dream about the doctor and even experience ghostly visitations. One woman, who had a miscarriage years ago, dreams that Dr. Sprague tells her she is pregnant. On waking up, she does the math and realizes she is. "Not sorcery. Not a miracle. As with most unbelievable things, it was mere and shocking biology." In "Bowlaway," death and love and dreams live together, squabbling, soothing, holding hands, full of resentment, affection and confusion, like members of a large, spirited, extended family. The novel is an extended-family saga, a history of New England's candlepin bowling, a burlesque chronicle of American oddballs, a contemplation of the role of the artist, a comedy of accidental deaths, a tragedy of accidental lives and a fairy tale, fractured and fanciful and dark. "Once upon a time, happily ever after," McCracken writes toward the end, "was never seen again. Such things are only true in the storybook world, not ours. Once upon a time there was a little girl - no, there have been millions of little girls, at all times. They lived happily ever after - but after the disaster, your happiness is always shadowed by the closeness of your escape. Never seen again - you can't stop seeing the dead wolf opened like luggage on the bed, his turned-out stomach embossed with the pattern of your grandmother's lace bonnet, his intestines perforated by her kicking heels. The dead are seen over and over, and most of the living." Or, as one character, caught in a ridiculous, compromising situation, says to the shocked woman who discovers him: "Lady, lady. All sorts of things happen in this world. This is only one of them." Candlepin bowling serves as the novel's unlikely, crashing, arrhythmic leitmotif. CATHLEEN schine'S most recent novel is "They May Not Mean to, but They Do."


Library Journal Review

As evidenced by works such as Niagara Falls All Over Again, McCracken has one of the more distinctive literary sensibilities readers will likely encounter; playful, inventive, and fearless, she's drawn to oddball characters and the eccentric fringes of American family life. This new novel is a kind of feminist/existentialist riff on Washington Irving's "Rip Van Winkle." It begins with the discovery of a female body at a local cemetery in an early 1900s New England town. Happily, the young woman turns out to be alive. Surprisingly, however, she does not remember where she came from or how she got there. Thus begins our acquaintance with Bertha Truitt, a titanic force of nature. Bertha is the materfamilias at the center of a sprawling multigenerational tale about a dysfunctional family and the candlepin bowling alley that Bertha builds. The appealingly whimsical quality is carefully balanced with an understanding that life can be unpredictable and brutal. As the story unfolds, family members abandon one another, freak accidents occur, and ghosts haunt the living. Again and again, we find that in life-as in candlepin bowling-"nothing is for sure." VERDICT A playful, powerful meditation on the proposition that life itself is strange; enthusiastically recommended for fans of literary fiction. [See Prepub Alert, 7/30/18.]-Patrick Sullivan, Manchester Community Coll., CT © Copyright 2019. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.