Preface:
Do not read Gilt expecting some great, literary historical fiction. (Say, Wolf Hall.) Don't expect it to be Gossip Girl either. The book sits somewhere in between, the foam atop a latte.
I should also add that I know a good deal about the Tudor era, though Catherine Howard isn't my favorite of the wives. Though I'm not a stickler for accuracy, I do like a certain amount of respect for the figures and their times, though each circumstance is different. I did not mind the inaccuracies in Gilt. For that matter, I could tell that Longshore had done her research; she just chose to abandon it when fiction required. Kudos to her for explaining all in an author's note, something I like to see from all historical fiction novelists.
Now. On to the book.
Gilt is, without a doubt, a page-turner. I was hooked fairly early on. Longshore's writing was easy and breezy (beautiful, CoverGirl) and was neither stupid nor purple enough to bother me. I did have an issue with words like "bitchy" and phrases like "having sex" popping up here and there... Because honestly, it isn't that hard to fake old-sounding dialogue. At the same time, I let it go because it's not like I was expecting Shakespeare out of this one.
Longshore manages to translate a very complicated story into YA fairly easily--which is a feat in itself. And, bad dialogue aside, she doesn't throw all subtleties out the window. There's an interesting undercurrent to our "heroine" Kitty's relationship with Catherine Howard. She's single-white-female-ing her without knowing it, a woman trapped in a girl's body as she's ignored by the courtiers who fawn over her friend. I also enjoyed the shifting perspective on figures like Henry VIII (whose presence is refreshingly light) and Jane Boleyn. They're neither wholly bad nor wholly good. One minute Kitty pities the king--the next she remembers how he callously cast aside wife after wife.
You also (spoiler alert? But it's history!) get a real sense of dread as the novel moves on. I knew what was going to happen--but Longshore managed to execute the weird balancing act of Catherine Howard's final days. She, like Anne Boleyn, fell so quickly. One minute she was the queen, the next minute she was Mistress Howard. And yes, Longshore does the famous "Catherine Howard's practice" scene of legend justice, despite the little inaccuracies that facilitated it.
I'm not sure how Gilt turned out to be so fun despite the fact that it covered such a dark moment in Tudor history. And really, it was scandal-lite compared to what could have been. As is necessary for YA, Longshore had to tone down some of the more graphic content, which is always a little disappointing.
Unfortunately, the novel's main flaws lie in characterization. Thomas Culpepper is a complete villain--and trust me, he was an ASSHOLE in real life, too. But the thing is that Kitty was too aware. The thing about Culpepper was that he charmed everyone, including Henry VIII. You're trying to tell me that this naive teenage girl got wise? I'm not buying it.
I also didn't understand the author's need to make Catherine Howard a complete bitch. I'm sure she was spoiled and grasping. However, the terrible creature we see in Gilt she was not. The girl was probably of a lower intelligence; she probably took the chance to elevate her station and paid for it. She was definitely a tragic figure. I got the sense that Longshore made Cat look bad just to make Kitty look better--and I didn't appreciate that. This girl was stupid--but she was, above all, a victim. She was used for sex and as a womb by a disturbing old man; she fell in love or lust with a manipulative courtier (and yes, judging from her rather pitiful letters, the real CH did think she loved Culpepper, and seemed as blissfully in denial of his past as everyone else who knew him); and she died for making a mistake that many young women, and certainly many uneducated teenage girls, make. The more I think about Longshore's portrayal of Catherine (or "Cat" as she is called here, which makes little sense as many refer to her as Kitty Howard; the girls' nicknames could have been switched) the more perturbed I become.
On that note, Kitty was blander than she needed to be. Too pure for my tastes. I wish we'd seen more of the dark side I sensed within her. And for God's sake--if she didn't have one of the blandest, most boring love interests I've ever seen! (Give me the dark and lurky and ambiguously evil guy any day.)
Again: don't expect brilliance out of Gilt. But it's super fun, not overly offensive, and I blazed straight through it.
The Cover: Meh. There's nothing to it. It is pretty, isn't it? I wish we'd seen more of the sex that this cover implies. 2/5.