This book was a fun read but something about it just fell flat for me. I wanted to enjoy it so much more than I ultimately did, all because the ending sucks so badly that it pulls the entire rest of the book over the edge of the dumpster with it.
The author did a fanatic job of weaving the stories together, and created some fantastic characters. Her love of sailing and pirate lore shines through on every page.... but honestly, the ending bugged me at the time, and days later it bugs me more every time I think about it.
First off, it felt anticlimactically unfinished, but not in that "setting the reader up for the sequel" way (that is as maddening as it is delicious). No, this was a "wait, that's it?" kind of ending. It feels as though our main 20th century narrator never fully gets to the end (or even to the point!) of her own dang story arc; any possible charcter growth is left dangling there with no resolution.
We see her obvious frustration with society and it's silly rules of conduct, specifically those for women and queer people, through the entire novel, and yet she's also a bit uptight and old fashioned? For example, there's her internal monologuing about how much bolder and assertive her female students get with every passing year - could be jealousy, but it comes across as annoyance. Even her queerness makes almost no point whatsoever to the overall story. Her whole character ends up feeling like nothing more than a handy plot device that the author pulls out of the closet (ha! se what I did there!) to use as a vehicle for predetermined plot points.
I feel as though there are so many loose ends that didn't get resolved...
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... FOR EXAMPLE, is that sadistic pirate Hannah's unknown father? That's certainly hinted at, but soooo near the end that there's just not enough time in the plot for it to mean anything! WHY?
And ok, so our dissolutioned profesor ends the novel angry to the point of obsession, and rightfully so, but her final actions/semi-adventure would merely soothe that anger - but not resolve it. BUT WE DON'T KNOW for certain since the author quote literally just stops there. YAY! TREASURE WAS FOUND. THE END. 🙄
Another question : If the lucky couple got back to Massachusetts safely, with enough money to settle down and buy a house and still keep the ruby earrings and other plunder in the writing desk their whole lives, they certainly had enough money to buy a ship and sail back later and dig up the treasure... or was the hoarde in the writing desk ACTUALLY the hidden treasure? I assumed it was just the rest of their plunder they left with at the end of Hannah's story (or earned more of along the way, pirating). Regardless of which it is, why keep THAT MUCH hidden for the rest of your life? Why not fix the damn leaky chimney in your house, or buy a better house entirely? And why return to Beverly at all? Hannah was sold into servitude at such a young age age that she barely remembers her family, so why go home to a town and people you don't even know? By staying near the sea like that they risked being found by the angry pirates! They had enough money to settle anywhere!
And then finally let's dig into our plucky, brilliant undergraduate... who turns out to be a fame-hungry evil genius the whole time? What the hell was up with that? Is her last name Moriarty? Even our professorial narrator fundamentally cannot grasp how this very young woman with so little actual education managed to pull off such an intricate, detailed plan, using just enough perfectly correct archeological details to fool a smart professor, the prof's Indiana Jones-esque father, and daddy's fancy rich Exploiters... uh, I mean EXPLORERS Club. 😉
(Aside: just how exactly did dearest daddy figure out the book was a fake? And when? 🤷🏼♀️ His whole character is empty and pointless.)
To get correct all the speech patterns and turns of phrases from such a long-ago era is mind boggling, because it takes years of study to internalize and reproduce that kind of thing correctly! When and how the hell did our little Helle Woods of Strathmore via New Jersey pull that off? The bones of the story come from that dreary diary she catalogued in Beverly, yes, but not the tone of voice or the details that truly sell the item.
It's a patently RIDICULOUS (and time consuming) Rube-Goldberg-Device of a scheme to invent merely for the sake of a little bit of fame. It would have taken her forever to print up the false manuscript (depending on the techniques used, then to sew up the binding, etc., all of which are legit art forms that take time to master. Even if she did indeed skin another sufficiently old book to get the covers, it's not like you can just GLUE in the pages ffs) - and in the basement of an elite rich boy dorm? How exactly? I'm not sure Nancy effing Drew taught THAT skill. Plus think of all the time she'd need to write the thing, including all the pirate and map research necessary to make it at all convincing. WTF?? WHY? Is she secretly a 45 year old evil mastermind con artist with great acting chops and phenomenally young-looking skin?
So you want me to believe that alllllll that work, allllll that time... and it was all for a scheme that is entirely dependent on quickly creating an artifact capable of fooling professional academics & archeologists? If she's TRULY that smart and savvy and fiendishly dedicated to her goal of fame at all costs, to the point of screwing over ANYONE she can use to get there, then she should certainly be smart enough to find an EASIER WAY to get there than this whole ludicrous caper!
Finally, how does a jaded, burnt out professor with decades of experience in academia get THAT far along before asking the most basic questions of provenance? Like where the fuck this kid found such an incredible object of study in her own field that she didn't know about? She's meticulous to the point of paranoia due to the risks of her own queerness, but she gets so bamboozled by possible pirate treasure that her entire nature flies out the window? And co-heading a research expedition WITH AN UNDERGRAD? I just can't, y'all.