A fictionalized telling of the life of American art collector Isabella Stewart Gardner, whose story resounds with contemporary themes.
Despite her efforts, recently married Isabella can’t fit into Boston’s high society. Her humor is too brash, her fashion is never au courant, and, most damnable of all, she’s not content to sit around with the ladies while the men get to discuss literature and art. Isabella’s early married life is marked by tragedy—first she takes a long time to conceive, then she loses her 2-year-old to pneumonia and, shortly after, suffers a miscarriage that leaves her permanently unable to get pregnant. These compounding tragedies push Isabella even further out from Boston’s elite inner circle—after all, how can a woman in the mid-1800s hope to belong to high society if she's not even a mother? But in spite of these tragedies (or, perhaps, because of them?), Isabella is more determined than ever to find her place. With her husband, Jack, Isabella sets off on a European voyage during which she meets a host of famous artists and authors, thus launching her life’s passion: collecting people and their work. Isabella’s correspondence with those we now know as greats (Henry James, John Singer Sargent, and Oscar Wilde, to name a few) are delightfully sprinkled throughout the novel. Historians may bristle at Franklin’s choice to present as true aspects of Isabella’s life that others have merely speculated about, such as her possible affair with author F. Marion Crawford. Nonetheless, Franklin paints an engaging portrait of a bold yet vulnerable woman whose feminist determination will certainly appeal to contemporary readers, as will her desires for belonging, acceptance, and the often elusive quest to lead a life of purpose: “Is it wrong for a woman to want more?…Oh, how I want and want and want—to study the library arches and entertain and feel myself integral to the world as though I am the walls of a house.”
A perennial tale of a woman fighting for her place in a man’s world.