**Many thanks to NetGalley, Random House - Ballantine, and Jodi Picoult for an ARC of this book!**
Faust. Dickens. Shakespeare.
What do these three prolific writers have in common?
Their writing is so specific, so unique, and so identifiable that their last names (with the addition of -ian) are COMMONLY used as adjectives.
But what if the third name on that list referenced work written by someone other than the iconic Bard we see plastered all over coffee cups and t-shirts? What if it was written not even by a group of writers under one pseudonym (as many posit)...but by a WOMAN instead?
This theory is at the center of Jodi Picoult's latest effort, By Any Other Name, where our story follows the life and times of poet Emilia Bassano, ancestor to our present day lead, Melina Green. Melina is a playwright, living in New York City with her bestie Andre, and after a humiliating snub by the 'uber important to the theatre world' Jasper Tolle, she has never quite recovered. Her newest play, By Any Other Name, revolves around her ancestor Emilia and is a fascinating exploration into the theory that Shakespeare was NOT the author of his plays as so many believe...but that Emilia was the one at the helm. After becoming a 'courtesan' of sorts to Lord Chamberlain, who oversees theatre productions, Emilia's natural talent with words and curious nature lead her to craft play after play...and for a fee, she allows actor William Shakespeare to present them as his own - after all, it's getting her work in front of an audience that matters, right?
Back in the present, Melina's play is turned down when presented as 'Melina's' work...but as a lark, her buddy Andre decides to submit her play to a festival under the androgynous name MEL Green...and it is instantly snapped up, by none other than the man who turned up his nose at Melina's work so many years, ago, Jasper Tolle. Past and present collide, as both women struggle to make their words heard in a world dominated by men and the male opinion, where their talent and perspective is constantly overlooked. As we learn more about Emilia and the difficult choices she was forced to make, will Melina fall victim to the same fate? Will Jasper finally discover the TRUE origin of the play he has found so moving and all-consuming? Or will it be Andre who pulls back the curtain...and keeps the names of BOTH women obscured in a world that often prefers to keep women silent?
It doesn't matter what Jodi Picoult writes: I'm GOING to read it. There are very few authors I consider essential when it comes to exploring their back catalog...and with 29 NOVELS (as well as short stories, and a musical play) under her belt, tackling this sort of backlist is no easy feat...but I'm determined to get there! If there's one thing I've learned ever since picking up my first Picoult book, it's that Jodi is NEVER afraid to 'go there'...no matter what that entails. From school shootings to abortion, COVID to abuse, LGBTQIA+ issues to euthanasia...her books run the gamut of hot-button issues, and she is NEVER afraid to speak her mind, make her voice heard, and to provide the facts, figures, and heart to back up her assertions through the purvey of memorable characters and twist-filled, driving plots.
So when it comes to the 528 page historical fiction epic that is By Any Other Name...it breaks my heart to say that while there are hints of the trademark Picoult I've grown to know and love, this heavy handed, drawn out, and one note read had me wishing that THIS book was written 'by any other name' than Jodi Picoult.
While Picoult doesn't always lean into subtlety, she DOES usually manage to weave in her thoughts and viewpoints around the topic at hand under the radar, so to speak....but that certainly isn't the case here. This book all but screams its commentary at the reader...and needless to say, it didn't make for the most pleasant reading experience. When we were in Melina's timeline, for example, some of her thoughts and words about women's place in the theatre (as well as the limitations of other marginalized classes) are sort of brought up over...and over...and OVER again. As a playwright herself, perhaps this was cathartic for Picoult, in a sense, to explore her perspective on problems in the industry. However, the way she discussed her frustrations with Andre but was then forced to say to her friend "Well, I'm a white woman...so I still have more privilege than you" just felt like it wasn't EXACTLY the point Picoult was trying to make...but rather, pointed to issues with the book in general.
And that leads me to the next issue I had with this book...it felt like Picoult wanted to write a thesis about how Emilia Bassano was the true author of all of Shakespeare's plays...but decided that, rather than a paper, she'd make it into a novel instead. The problem with this is that, as a novel, it just didn't really work. There were no huge Picoult like twists, there's a wholly unnecessary love story tossed in...and I have NO idea how I was supposed to feel about so much of what transpired here. The plot itself really just sort of revolves around making the audience believe her thesis: nothing else ACTUALLY mattered. I normally appreciate the level of research in Picoult's books, but this one felt EVERY ONE of its 500+ pages. Each of Emilia's sections ALONE were mind-numbingly long, with chapters that seemed to go on forever, and Melina's weren't too enticing either. I struggle with historical fiction many times as it is, but this isn't the sort of HF that will sweep you away to the time period and drop you there...but more the kind where you'll be looking down at the page and saying 'how much do I have left?" far more often than you'd like.
But just wait, because this isn't really JUST historical fiction OR a thesis about Emilia either...there's a lot of 'romance' thrown in...and by romance, I mean more 'action' than you'll see in a bodice ripper from Harlequin. This alone takes this from a book that could be interesting for discussion in a high school or college class and pushes it into the 'wine with your book club of grown adults' set. I don't mind some of this in theory, but WOW. I felt more like I was reading Bridgerton than Picoult sometimes...and for me, that isn't necessarily a good thing. Not only does this also get kind of icky in reference to the age disparity between some of the characters, there's also an abusive husband thrown in at one point, and lots of other relationship strife tossed in that felt at times more like page filler than necessary to the plot. There's also a romance in the present day timeline that is WHOLLY unnecessary (not to mention sort of improbable) that I also could have happily lived without.
What bothered me most about all of it is that Picoult has RARELY been the author to rely on filler, repetition, or your knowledge of other subjects/authors (in this case, if you don't know much about Shakespeare's plays, many of the carefully placed references will be lost on you) to make her point...and I'm just so disappointed that she did all of that here. While I certainly think the novel accomplishes its mission (at least in part) on selling the audience on the concept of Bassano at least POTENTIALLY being author to some or all of these iconic works, I don't feel any sort of emphatic relief at believing it. While I wanted the best for both Emilia and Melina, I didn't feel that same sort of emotional investment in these characters that I've experienced in other Picoult reads, where the pathos naturally followed...and boy, did I miss it! There is an interesting author's note that is NOT to be missed (it's honestly one of the coolest parts of the book, with some real-life ties that will surprise you) but I wish I had felt that same sort of sense of wonder throughout the read, where it wasn't coupled with the exhaustion of just getting through these pages.
And while Picoult's message about the importance of a woman's voice being heard and name being said rang loud and clear...there's a quote ATTRIBUTED to Shakespeare (see?) that I think fits perfectly here:
"Brevity is the soul of wit."
3.5 stars