If early John Irving and late Elizabeth Strout had a fictional child, with a nudge from Charles Dickens and Sherwood Anderson, it would be Bowlaway. There is love in its various guises - of cats and birds, abandoned and hidden, forbidden and generational. There are orphans and lost wills, hidden safes and secret fortunes, a packet of abandoned letters. If it were a 19th-century novel, it would come with a frontispiece of a family tree, which would be appropriate for the jigsaw genealogy of Bowlaway. It is the very best kind of old-fashioned story molded into a modern chronicle. It takes classic narrative techniques and turns them into Greek drama.
Elizabeth McCracken’s Bowlaway is a perfect novel.
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