Shakespeare Was a Woman and Other Heresies: How Doubting the Bard Became the Biggest Taboo in Literature

Finished on: 12/31/2025

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐ 

 

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I enjoyed the hell out of this book. Incredibly well-researched and thorough, my attention was hooked immediately and easily sustained for 300+ pages. Winkler tackles perhaps one of the thorniest debates in literary history with deft intelligence and a dash of snark. This book is a fascinating dive into the history of “the authorship question,” following various historical threads that have formed the knots of scholarly debate, and laying it all out for readers to evaluate themselves. When I wasn't reading this book, I was thinking about it—to the point that I'm the owner of a new hyperfixation, because this book will be sending me down the rabbit hole of scholarship on this subject (I have already purchased one of the books cited in Winkler's text). The book strikes the perfect balance of giving readers plenty to sink their teeth into without completely overwhelming us in minutia. The structure, pacing, and organization of information are all fantastic.

The only reason this book isn't a five-star read for me? The final chapter is weak—probably the weakest of the whole book. I did not at all expect Winkler to provide answers to "the authorship question," or to share whichever candidate she most favors as the author (if any), but I did expect a little more reflection in the concluding chapter, some broader synthesis and consideration of the body of research Winkler conducted. What, now, is the significance of all this research for her? What's the impact? Has any of it changed her own relationship to Shakespeare, or to higher education and the academy, or to her confidence in how we preserve (and ignore, and shape, and rewrite) history? She touches on the latter two points through the book, but I suppose I expected more thorough reflection on them in the conclusion. Instead, we're given a rather odd anecdote of an interview that Winkler clearly found frustrating, and I'm left to wonder why it was included. Why was that the final scene of the book? Why did one scholar's (apparent) apathy on the authorship question merit the concluding scene of the book? I'm not sure the anecdote did merit the spot, which made the conclusion feel a bit hollow to me. Disappointing after such a wonderfully meaty book.

That being said: don't let a weak final chapter deter you from picking up this book. It's absolutely worth the read.