BERNICE RUNS AWAY

An elderly woman decides to take care of some long overdue business in Boerner’s latest novel.

Eighty-one-year-old Bernice Hart doesn’t want to move into her daughter’s carriage house in Atlanta. She’s lived in her cottage in the small Arkansas town of Savage Crossing for six decades—she raised two children there and buried a son and a husband—and if she has to leave it, she’s going to do it her way even if that means she’s running away without a word to anyone: “She would slip away undetected, not in search of one last great adventure, nor as an attention-seeking antic sure to upset her family. Bernice had only one goal: She wanted to live out the remainder of her life on her own terms.” With her car (Miss Fiona) packed with only her dearest possessions and her cat, Dolly Parton, Bernice hits the road for Lake Norfork in the Ozarks, the place where she used to go on vacation as a teen. She has unfinished business there related to the first man she ever loved, the aptly named John Marvel. But is an old woman with a bad hip and a slipping memory really up to a quest of such magnitude? Boerner’s evocative prose expertly captures what it’s like to be in Bernice’s head: “Old Bernice would never have spent a moment on her porch in Savage Crossing on a chilly November morning, but new Bernice was plenty warm wearing her wool coat over her flannel nightgown….How many things had Bernice not done because she had been too tired or too cold or too worried? She hated to imagine it.” The novel unfurls at a leisurely pace—as leisurely as an octogenarian puttering along in a car called Miss Fiona—and it goes on about 50 pages too long. Its unhurriedness is part of its charm, however. While the story never goes anywhere too surprising, it succeeds in capturing a certain time of life and the way the past never seems to loosen its grip on the present.

A quiet, endearing novel about a woman who refuses to go gently into her golden years.