Shy, imaginative, lonely Malcolm Greeley, 12, has absorbed the message that he’s not good enough so fully that it’s become a voice in his head, predicting he’ll fail, blaming him after it happens.
When it comes to Little League, the voice sounds suspiciously like his dad’s, a former college athlete. Malcolm enjoys beating his dad playing miniature golf at Fritz’s, a shabby, quirkily furnished venue, until his dad enters him in a tournament, hiring a former nationally ranked golfer to coach him. Malcolm glumly accedes—the subject of his parents’ mounting arguments, Malcolm tries to avoid triggering them. Seedy and out of shape, coach Frank has hidden depths and, like Lex, the girl Malcolm meets at Fritz’s, helps Malcolm see his world differently. Major characters are white; several names suggest Asian ancestry. Structured like a golf game and employing golf analogies—with plenty of context for non–golf-conversant readers—the novel cuts between the tournament Malcolm’s currently playing and his journey to it. The voices he hears are not mental illness markers but opinions and beliefs he’s internalized. At its best, the novel is first-rate, masterfully conveying Malcolm’s anxious monitoring of rising marital conflict he’s at a loss to fix. Lex is a compelling character, comfortable in her skin, and rewardingly, Frank defies expectations. Watching Malcolm free himself from his need to fix others’ problems is exhilarating even if the neat ending partly undermines that message.
Droll, moving, resonant.
(Fiction. 9-12)