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Shakespeare in Love meets Shakespeare's Sister in this novel of England's first professional woman poet and her collaboration and love affair with William Shakespeare.
London, 1593. Aemilia Bassano Lanier is beautiful and accomplished, but her societal conformity ends there. She frequently cross-dresses to escape her loveless marriage and to gain freedoms only men enjoy, but a chance encounter with a ragged, little-known poet named Shakespeare changes everything. Aemilia grabs at the chance to pursue her long-held dream of writing and the two outsiders strike up a literary bargain. They leave plague-ridden London for Italy, where they begin secretly writing comedies together and where Will falls in love with the beautiful country -- and with Aemilia, his Dark Lady. Their Italian idyll, though, cannot last and their collaborative affair comes to a devastating end. Will gains fame and fortune for their plays back in London and years later publishes the sonnets mocking his former muse. Not one to stand by in humiliation, Aemilia takes up her own pen in her defense and in defense of all women. The Dark Lady's Mask gives voice to a real Renaissance woman in every sense of the word.
Author Notes
MARY SHARRATT, the author of seven critically acclaimed novels, is on a mission to write strong women back into history. Her novels include Daughters of the Witching Hill , the Nautilus Award-winning Illuminations: A Novel of Hildegard von Bingen, The Dark Lady's Mask: A Novel of Shakespeare's Muse, and Ecstasy, about the life, loves, and music of Alma Mahler. She is an American who lives in Lancashire, England.
Reviews (3)
Publisher's Weekly Review
Sharratt's (Shakespeare's Muse) latest is a well-constructed historical novel set in Elizabethan England about the Bard of Avon, adopting the premise that Shakespeare relied on a female collaborator. A Jewish orphan whose persecuted family fled Italy and became royal court musicians, Aemilia Bassano Lanier aspires to become a poet (as the historical Lanier actually did). The well-educated Aemilia later becomes a cross-dresser, gets pregnant as a lord's concubine, and is forced to marry the spineless court musician Alfonse. She meets Will Shakespeare and invites him to accompany her on a family trip to Italy, where she falls in love and cowrites romantic comedies with the poet. The author pulls few punches in her less than flattering portrayal of Shakespeare. After receiving the tragic news of his son's death, Shakespeare ends their relationship and returns home, where he hopes to stage their plays. Aemilia also returns to England to find Alfonse disease ridden, and her troubles with Shakespeare continue to mount, culminating with his published sonnets vilifying her as the dark lady. Although the plucky Aemilia composes and publishes her own well-received poetry volume, her meager sales fail to improve her finances as Sharratt brings her bold Shakespearean novel to its poignant conclusion. (Apr.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
New York Review of Books Review
Narrated by Aemilia Bassano Lanier, a cross-dressing poetess of Jewish descent living on the periphery of the court of Queen Elizabeth at the turn of the 17th century, historical novel is not just a response to the enigmas surrounding Shakespeare's sonnets but also an absorbing bildungsroman that grapples with strikingly contemporary issues of gender and religious identification, definitions and discrimination. Over the course of the novel, Aemilia - at times dressing as a man - crosses boundaries of geography, sex and faith on a path that leads her from her father's household at the age of 7 to a refined education among Christian nobility to an ethically compromised stint as a courtesan, followed by an unwilling marriage. Later, she collaborates on some of Shakespeare's most famous works as his lover, only to suffer a betrayal she cannot forgive. At every turn the reader grows increasingly attached to this sympathetic and admirable heroine, whose weaknesses make her all the more convincingly human. Sharratt nimbly traces the inspiration for such masterpieces as "Twelfth Night" and "Romeo and Juliet" alongside the timeline of Shakespeare's journey with Aemilia, her influence carrying him from poverty to extramarital and literary bliss. Against all odds - despite Will's disloyalty and the overwhelming oppression facing women in general - Aemilia's strength of character and resolve to earn her status prevail as she becomes the first Englishwoman to attempt, let alone achieve, even modest success as a published writer.
Library Journal Review
Aemelia Lanier was a woman ahead of her time. Uncommonly educated and artistically talented, she began her adult life as a courtesan in the court of Elizabeth I, only to wind up cast-off and trapped in a loveless marriage. A chance encounter with William Shakespeare and the descent of the plague on London offer Aemelia the opportunity to escape her life and start anew. In the idyll of the Italian countryside, she and Will blossom-as poets and lovers. However, stolen pleasures are soon thwarted; Shakespeare and his muse return to England separately, where his star rises as her life stagnates. With fire in her soul, Aemelia bides her time until the day she can use her pen to advocate openly for herself and the rights of women everywhere. -VERDICT In her latest novel (after Illuminations), Sharratt delivers an immersive narrative of doomed romance. Certain plot and character choices may annoy Shakespeare purists though. Readers of Philippa Gregory and the like are sure to enjoy. [For another novel about Shakespeare's famous "Dark Lady," see Sally O'Reilly's Dark Aemilia.-Ed.]-Leigh Wright, Bridgewater, NJ © Copyright 2016. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Excerpts
Excerpts
1 The Liberty of Norton Folgate, 1576 Papa was a magician. No one was ever more loving or wise than he. Seven years old, Aemilia nestled by his side in the long slanting light of a summer evening. Friday, it was, and Papa was expecting a visit from his four brothers. This was a change in custom, for previously Papa had always gone to meet them at Uncle Alvise's house in Mark Lane. But this evening was special , Aemilia thought, glancing at Papa's expectant face. The air seemed golden, filled with blessing, even as from outside their garden walls came the cries of the poor lunatics locked up within Bedlam Hospital. From the west came the baying of the beasts held within the City Dog House. Drunken revelers sang and howled as they spilled out of the Pye Inn just down the road. Yet none of it could touch them here within the boundaries of Papa's magic circle. Aemilia imagined his sweet enchantment rising around their family like fortress walls. This garden was his sanctuary, his own tiny replica of Italy on this cold and rainy isle. The pair of them sat beneath an arbor of ripening grapes, planted from the vine Papa had carried all the way from Veneto. Around them, his garden bloomed in abundance. Roses, jasmine, honeysuckle, wisteria, and gillyflowers released their perfume while from within the house echoed the music of her mother singing while Aemilia's sister, Angela, played the virginals. Beyond the flower beds, Papa's kitchen garden brimmed with fennel, haricots verts, and rows of lettuce that they ate in plenty. Papa even ate the bloodred love apples, though Mother swore they were poison and she would not let her daughters near them. It was an Italian habit, Papa said. In Veneto, people prized the scarlet pomodoro as a delicacy. Beyond the vegetable beds lay the orchard of apples, plums, and pears, and beyond that the chicken run and the small paddock for Bianca, the milk cow. Food in London was expensive, so what better reason to plant their own? Aemilia's family never lacked for sustenance. While Papa was away, a hired man came to look after the gardens for him. They dwelled on the grounds of the old priory of Saint Mary Spital, outside London's city wall. The precinct was called the Liberty of Norton Folgate, Papa told her, because here they were beyond the reach of city law and enjoyed freedom from arrest. Some of their neighbors were secret Catholics, so it was rumored, who hid the thighbones of dead saints in their cellars. But Papa's secrets lay buried even deeper. When Aemilia begged him for a fiaba, a fable, a fairy tale, he told her of Bassano, the city that had given him and his brothers their name. Forty miles from Venice, it nestled in the foothills below Monte Grappa. Italian words, as beautiful as music, flew off his tongue as he described the Casa dal Corno, the villa where they had dwelled that occupied a place of pride on the oldest square in Bassano. A grand fresco graced the Casa dal Corno's façade. Holding Aemilia close, Battista described the fanciful pictures of goats and apes, of stags and rams, of woodwinds and stringed instruments, and of nymphs and cherubs caught up in an eternal dance. Aemilia turned in her father's lap to view their own house that had no fresco or any adornment at all, only ivy trained to grow along its walls. Loud black rooks nested in the overhanging elm trees. "Why didn't you stay there?" she asked, thinking how lovely it would be to live in that villa, to be sitting there instead of here. She pictured white peacocks, like the ones she had seen in Saint James's Park, strutting beneath the peach trees in that Italian garden. Papa smiled in sadness, plunging an arrow into her heart. "We were driven away. We had no choice." "But why ?" Her fingers tightened their grip on his hand. "It was so beautiful there. Bellissima! " Aemilia believed that Italy was paradise, more splendid than heaven, and that Papa was all-powerful. How he could have been chased away from his home, like a tomcat from her mother's kitchen? Aemilia's father and uncles were court musicians who lived under the Queen of England's patronage. They performed for Her Majesty's delight and wore her livery. Papa was regarded as a gentleman, allowed a coat of arms. Though the Bassanos of Norton Folgate weren't rich, they had glass windows in their parlor and music room. Their house boasted two chimneys. They'd a cupboard of pewter plates and tankards, and even two goblets of Venetian glass. A fine Turkish rug in red and black draped their best table. Their kitchen was large, and they'd a buttery and larder attached, and a cellar below. Battista Bassano was eminently respectable, a man of means. How could such a fate have befallen him? Papa cupped Aemilia's face in his hands. " Cara mia, you will never be driven from your home. You'll be safe always." "When I grow up, I shall be a great lady with sacks of gold!" she told him. "I'll sail to Italy and buy back your house." With the red-gold sun dazzling her, it seemed so simple. She would grow into a woman and right every wrong that had befallen her father. Papa stroked her hair, dark and curling like his own. "How will you earn your fortune, then? Will you marry the richest man in England?" His voice was indulgent and teasing. Solemnly, she shook her head. "I shall be a poet!" "A poet, Aemilia. Truly?" Even at that age, it was her desire to write poetry exquisite enough to make plain English sound as beautiful as her father's native tongue. Poets abounded at court, all vying for Her Majesty's favor. The Queen herself wrote poetry. As Papa held her in his gaze, she offered him her palm. "Read my future!" He took her hand in his, yet instead of looking at her palm, he stared into her eyes. Aemilia imagined her future unfolding before his inner vision like one of the court masques performed for the Queen. Cradling her cheek to his pounding heart, he held her with such tenderness, as though he both mourned and burned in fiercest pride when he divined what she would become. "What do you see?" she asked him. "What will happen to me?" Before he could answer, her uncles slipped through the back gate, which Papa had left unlatched. She watched as Uncle Alvise carefully bolted it behind them. Her uncles were usually boisterous, making the air around them explode with their noisy greetings, but this evening they were as quiet as thieves. Aemilia's heart drummed in worry. What could be wrong? Papa was old, already in his fifties, and her uncles even older, their hair thinning and gray. Giacomo, Antonio, Giovanni, and Alvise kissed her and patted her head before Papa instructed her to go inside to her mother and leave them to their business. The child wrapped her arms around her father's waist. "No, no, no! I want to stay with you!" The garden at this hour was at its most enchanting, with moths and fireflies emerging from the rustling leaves. She could believe that the Faery Queen might step out from behind the blossoming rowan tree, her endless train of sprites and elves swirling round her. But there was no pleading with Papa. Stern now, he swept her up and delivered her into the candlelit music chamber. Without a word, he closed the door and left her there. "Come here, Little Mischief." Angela held out her arms. At sixteen, Angela was already a woman. She hoisted Aemilia into her lap and positioned Aemilia's fingers on the virginals keys. "You play the melody and I'll play counterpoint." Papa called Aemilia his little virtuosa, for she was nearly as skilled in playing as her sister was. Their fingers danced across the keyboard while Mother and Angela sang in harmony, as though to cover the noise of Papa and his brothers descending into the cellar. Excerpted from The Dark Lady's Mask by Mary Sharratt All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.