Fanny Hill, or, Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure
by John Cleland
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Memoirs of Fanny Hill, written in debtor's prison in 1784, is considered the first modern erotic novel in English. A young woman, Fanny Hill, is forced by poverty to go into service, but is tricked into becoming a prostitute instead. She is then saved by her love, only to have his jealous father send him from the country some months later. She moves from one lover to the next, gaining maturity with each encounter, and nearing her... happy ending..
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This classic erotic work distinguishes itself from its peers in some ways. Its use of euphemism completely avoids any 'rude' words, though it describes a number of pornographic scenes in detail. Although written by a man, Fanny seems a genuine character, and the scenes she describes follow each other logically instead of the combinatorial excess found in other pornographic works. Fanny also has definite sexual preferences although she is not averse to experimentation. As a 'mistress of pleasure' she was a relatively lucky one with a minimum of bad experiences. Finally, and this is where the book really diverges from the norm, she finds love and even promotes love as more important than (or at least as important as) sexual gratification.
OK, this is pornography, as well done as I have encountered it, and much, much more feelingly presented than the crudities of my recent read Scruples. It is a man's fantasy of a very lucky young woman unwittingly, but rarely unwillingly brought from ignorance of both virtue and vice to a complete enjoyment of such relatively tame vice as she encounters. As a man's fancy it is interestingly free of blaming of women for the debaucheries of the men and surprising in giving the young women agency of their own, and delightfully free of the smarmy cloak encompassing sexual description which remains the legacy of the 19th century.
Gorgeous language; for all its transparent euphemisms, total porn. Love it, though Cleland really does not need to use the word "vermillion" quite so much.
Also Fanny is a bit close-minded about certain things, which the afterword in this edition describes as "the more outlandish practices [...] such as sodomy, lesbianism and flagellation". For the latter two cases it notes Fanny describing the tastes of Phoebe and Mr Barvile as "arbitrary" and "unaccountable" (though she participates with both without regretting it). This much suits said afterward's thematic discourse very well, so it promptly forgets to mention that she describes the instance of sodomy she witnesses as "odious" and "criminal". She'd even dob in the people involved if show more she didn't trip over herself in her haste and half knock herself out; and when she tells Mrs Cole about it, the latter says a good deal nastier.
I would dearly love to see some fanfic in which Charles discovers her memoir and, having had his own experiences while at sea, educates her (through explanation, narration, and some pleasant demonstration or two) about the wonders of the masculine "seat of pleasure".... show less
Also Fanny is a bit close-minded about certain things, which the afterword in this edition describes as "the more outlandish practices [...] such as sodomy, lesbianism and flagellation". For the latter two cases it notes Fanny describing the tastes of Phoebe and Mr Barvile as "arbitrary" and "unaccountable" (though she participates with both without regretting it). This much suits said afterward's thematic discourse very well, so it promptly forgets to mention that she describes the instance of sodomy she witnesses as "odious" and "criminal". She'd even dob in the people involved if show more she didn't trip over herself in her haste and half knock herself out; and when she tells Mrs Cole about it, the latter says a good deal nastier.
I would dearly love to see some fanfic in which Charles discovers her memoir and, having had his own experiences while at sea, educates her (through explanation, narration, and some pleasant demonstration or two) about the wonders of the masculine "seat of pleasure".... show less
Don’t read this book if you dislike graphic descriptions of sex, because it’s chock full of it. Written in 1748, it’s very easy to see why it was banned for more than two centuries. “Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure”, more commonly known by the title of one if it’s later edited down versions, “Fanny Hill”, reads like soft-core porn. There is a semblance of a story: young Fanny Hill (wink wink, a synonym for mons veneris) is orphaned and taken by a family “friend” to London, where she’s promptly abandoned. She’s only 15, but men and boarding house madams have no qualms about preying on her. She quickly adapts, going through several sexual relationships and prostitution, but far from coming to actual harm, she enjoys show more it. She progresses from nervous virgin to ‘woman of pleasure’, more than willing to submit and experiment.
Critics point out that it’s male fantasy, and they’re certainly correct, but in one sense it seemed as honest to me, even as fantasy, compared with almost all other fiction before the 20th century, which completely avoid the subject of sex as if it doesn’t exist at all.
Cleland, on the other hand, takes it to an extreme. I counted 30 (yes, 30!) sex scenes in the 188 pages in the two volumes. That’s about one scene every six pages, and as each scene is typically a few pages long … well, this book is probably 50% sex by page count alone, and 95% sex by intention. Cleland cloaks it in a love interest and points out that sex without love isn’t the same, but it’s clearly just a vehicle for him to explicitly describe fantasy after fantasy, progressively getter edgier as he goes. The positions start off pretty basic, but in volume two they get more diverse (I’ll spare you the details), and there is voyeurism, sex in front of other couples, one scene of S&M, and one scene of (gasp) homosexuality, though for that one Cleland has Fanny quickly (and hypocritically) condemn it.
Frankly I’m tempted to rate the book higher because all this sex is wrapped up in beautiful, quaint 18th century language which I smiled over and found pretty erotic at times, it’s so unique for the time period, and it points out ways sex is the same throughout the centuries, and ways it (or our understanding of it) was different. It’s interesting to me that the female orgasm was thought to involve an emission, and that oral sex plays no part here at all.
However, I have to be balanced. It’s so overkill in quantity that the power of any one scene is reduced. You may have to read it concurrently with another book as I did, which is rare for me, because it’s hard to stay “in the mood” for nonstop sex descriptions at all times of day while reading (or while others are around, lol). There are a few scenes that resemble reality, e.g. men who are either hideous or less than virile, but by and large it’s so over-the-top in fantasy, and includes cringe-inducing scenes where Fanny is basically raped, taken by force, but goes along with it and enjoys it.
This edition was also annoying despite a great cover, showing Boucher’s “Reclining Girl” from 1751, an eye-goggling classic from Munich’s Alte Pinakothek. The font was too small, and the annotated explanatory notes were not only repetitive and obvious at times, but also committed the cardinal sin of revealing the ending, ruining what little plot there was. Grrr. It’s as if the editor was the annoying kid who constantly needs to raise his hand in class. If you do read it, I’d suggest something other than ‘Oxford World’s Classics’.
Anyway, would the book be better if Cleland toned down the sex, introduced some of the horrors of prostitution (STD’s, violence, addiction, depression), and peered realistically into a frightened, traumatized girl’s psyche? Definitely. But I suppose then it wouldn’t be Fanny Hill. I’m glad it survives, and I’m glad I read it. show less
Critics point out that it’s male fantasy, and they’re certainly correct, but in one sense it seemed as honest to me, even as fantasy, compared with almost all other fiction before the 20th century, which completely avoid the subject of sex as if it doesn’t exist at all.
Cleland, on the other hand, takes it to an extreme. I counted 30 (yes, 30!) sex scenes in the 188 pages in the two volumes. That’s about one scene every six pages, and as each scene is typically a few pages long … well, this book is probably 50% sex by page count alone, and 95% sex by intention. Cleland cloaks it in a love interest and points out that sex without love isn’t the same, but it’s clearly just a vehicle for him to explicitly describe fantasy after fantasy, progressively getter edgier as he goes. The positions start off pretty basic, but in volume two they get more diverse (I’ll spare you the details), and there is voyeurism, sex in front of other couples, one scene of S&M, and one scene of (gasp) homosexuality, though for that one Cleland has Fanny quickly (and hypocritically) condemn it.
Frankly I’m tempted to rate the book higher because all this sex is wrapped up in beautiful, quaint 18th century language which I smiled over and found pretty erotic at times, it’s so unique for the time period, and it points out ways sex is the same throughout the centuries, and ways it (or our understanding of it) was different. It’s interesting to me that the female orgasm was thought to involve an emission, and that oral sex plays no part here at all.
However, I have to be balanced. It’s so overkill in quantity that the power of any one scene is reduced. You may have to read it concurrently with another book as I did, which is rare for me, because it’s hard to stay “in the mood” for nonstop sex descriptions at all times of day while reading (or while others are around, lol). There are a few scenes that resemble reality, e.g. men who are either hideous or less than virile, but by and large it’s so over-the-top in fantasy, and includes cringe-inducing scenes where Fanny is basically raped, taken by force, but goes along with it and enjoys it.
This edition was also annoying despite a great cover, showing Boucher’s “Reclining Girl” from 1751, an eye-goggling classic from Munich’s Alte Pinakothek. The font was too small, and the annotated explanatory notes were not only repetitive and obvious at times, but also committed the cardinal sin of revealing the ending, ruining what little plot there was. Grrr. It’s as if the editor was the annoying kid who constantly needs to raise his hand in class. If you do read it, I’d suggest something other than ‘Oxford World’s Classics’.
Anyway, would the book be better if Cleland toned down the sex, introduced some of the horrors of prostitution (STD’s, violence, addiction, depression), and peered realistically into a frightened, traumatized girl’s psyche? Definitely. But I suppose then it wouldn’t be Fanny Hill. I’m glad it survives, and I’m glad I read it. show less
If I could go back in time and track Cleland down for a nice chat, I'd smack him in the face with a clipboard and watch him like a hawk till he'd read through the list clipped there in its entirety. Better yet, I'd take a woman and a man back with me, both of them less concerned with feminism issues to an unholy extent than I, and let the conversings about the genders commence. Maybe then, perhaps, I'd figure this author out.
The list? An abridged version of the following.
If you've seen my review of [Delta of Venus], you know I take erotica seriously. That whole spiel about increasing respect and social justice and all that jazz? Still relevant, sadly so when considering this piece appeared in 1749. That's 265 years ago, 18th century show more stuff alongside the likes of Voltaire and Swift and we're still mucking around in slut shaming. Seriously! This is a classic written by a dead white male two and a half centuries ago, and it's chock full of feminism! Second wave feminism at that! Where are the feminist scholars and, more importantly, where are the rest of those classics/elitist/whatever your name for those in the literature "know" who are reading this without taking a single smidgen away from it besides the fact that it's bad erotica?
Yes, bad erotica. While it may have done the job more than 250 years ago, these days people like their porn with a little more...well. Now that I think about it, a great deal of today's Fifty Shades of Grey readers don't actually mind if the biology's a little off so long as there's plenty of writhing and fingering and whipping, which this work has in full. The only difference really is Cleland's constant hitting home the fact that, while women have different equipment, they have the same need for pleasure and more importantly respectful pleasure, whomever the companion they happen to be with. Now that's something that could put modern readers off.
Of course, there are problematic aspects, namely the homophobia, the pretense of sex only being successful when dick thrusting is involved and resulting invalidation of female pleasure, the multiple instances of sexual assault rapid fire forgiven because the assaulter was attractive/pitiful/remorseful/what have you. Less problematic and more absurd were the multiple male orgasms business: so sorry, men, but your refractory period averages a half hour and can even go on for days, whereas women, you're good to go.
Also, the synonyms for penis. I'm not even going to go into that. If you want a list, the book's been around for a while. Spoilers abound and may even be carefully categorized.
Besides all that, not only does Fanny Hill like sex so long as her partner's not an asshole, she likes educating herself! Behold.
No wonder the unabridged version's been taken to trial as recently as 1963, as god forbid a woman reconcile body and mind so ardently. Yeesh.
While I'm at it, have some more breakdowns of female stereotypes:
You're welcome. show less
The list? An abridged version of the following.
If you've seen my review of [Delta of Venus], you know I take erotica seriously. That whole spiel about increasing respect and social justice and all that jazz? Still relevant, sadly so when considering this piece appeared in 1749. That's 265 years ago, 18th century show more stuff alongside the likes of Voltaire and Swift and we're still mucking around in slut shaming. Seriously! This is a classic written by a dead white male two and a half centuries ago, and it's chock full of feminism! Second wave feminism at that! Where are the feminist scholars and, more importantly, where are the rest of those classics/elitist/whatever your name for those in the literature "know" who are reading this without taking a single smidgen away from it besides the fact that it's bad erotica?
Yes, bad erotica. While it may have done the job more than 250 years ago, these days people like their porn with a little more...well. Now that I think about it, a great deal of today's Fifty Shades of Grey readers don't actually mind if the biology's a little off so long as there's plenty of writhing and fingering and whipping, which this work has in full. The only difference really is Cleland's constant hitting home the fact that, while women have different equipment, they have the same need for pleasure and more importantly respectful pleasure, whomever the companion they happen to be with. Now that's something that could put modern readers off.
Men know not in general how much they destroy of their own pleasure when they break through the respect and tenderness due to our sex, and even to those of it who live only by pleasing them.
Of course, there are problematic aspects, namely the homophobia, the pretense of sex only being successful when dick thrusting is involved and resulting invalidation of female pleasure, the multiple instances of sexual assault rapid fire forgiven because the assaulter was attractive/pitiful/remorseful/what have you. Less problematic and more absurd were the multiple male orgasms business: so sorry, men, but your refractory period averages a half hour and can even go on for days, whereas women, you're good to go.
Also, the synonyms for penis. I'm not even going to go into that. If you want a list, the book's been around for a while. Spoilers abound and may even be carefully categorized.
Besides all that, not only does Fanny Hill like sex so long as her partner's not an asshole, she likes educating herself! Behold.
...he it was who first taught me to be sensible that the pleasures of the mind were superior to those of the body; at the same time, that they were so far from obnoxious to or incompatible with each other that, besides the sweetness in the variety and transition, the one serv'd to exalt and perfect the taste of the other to a degree that the senses alone can never arrive at.
No wonder the unabridged version's been taken to trial as recently as 1963, as god forbid a woman reconcile body and mind so ardently. Yeesh.
While I'm at it, have some more breakdowns of female stereotypes:
Silks, laces, earrings, pearl necklace, gold watch, in short, all the trinkets and articles of dress were lavishly heap'd upon me; the sense of which, if it did not create turns of love, forc'd a kind of grateful fondness, something like love; a distinction it would be spoiling the pleasure of nine tenths of the keepers in the town to make, and is, I suppose, the very good reason why so few of them ever do make it.
...all my looks and gestures ever breathing nothing but that innocence which the men so ardently require in us, for no other end than to feast themselves with the pleasures of destroying it, and which they are so greviously, with all their skill, subject to mistakes to.
You're welcome. show less
I read this with my feminist radar deliberately turned on. And, I found much that I liked from that perspective. Women enjoying sex. One character being the architect of her "deflowering". The description of sex from the perspective of "engulfing" and not always "penetrating". And the overall format of a woman writing to another woman...this was not a story told to arouse men (in the conceit of the novel...the actual book, well....)
I also found some very male perspectives. For example, sex between two women is erotic; between two men, it is an abomination. And prostitution is presented as a great job for women. We have "happy hookers", nice customers, fair madams, no pimps, no STDs, no addictions....
The language throughout the book is show more beautiful. Only towards the end does the book develop a plot.
So good and bad, but the writing alone would make this a classic. show less
I also found some very male perspectives. For example, sex between two women is erotic; between two men, it is an abomination. And prostitution is presented as a great job for women. We have "happy hookers", nice customers, fair madams, no pimps, no STDs, no addictions....
The language throughout the book is show more beautiful. Only towards the end does the book develop a plot.
So good and bad, but the writing alone would make this a classic. show less
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Banned smut is my favorite fashion of smut. If your work has been blacklisted, then I am a fan. Of course, Fanny Hill: Memoirs Of A Woman of Pleasure is redolent in this charge. The work has been abused by parochial souls, dragged through puritan circumspect, called out and sinned against by one moral majority after another. Mr. J. Cleland knew something of the Orient, but, alas, this makes no appearance in this novel. Maybe I do wish to critique the writer. I shall do so but for, let us hope, the right reasons—none of which have anything to do with that ugly puritanism that has for so long shortened the sights of Occidental fuckery.
I have enjoyed this novel very much. I only read it last week. show more Though I’ve known about, known of, this story for some time, I only downloaded it on my Kindle recently.
The plot is one of “corruption.” A beautiful theme if done correctly, corruption means here that some young female thing falls from stupid innocence to gutter-sucking puss-buggery. The hit-and-love dimension of my perfect soul is much angered that the teenage girl character, our Fanny, never learns the joy in blood-wet sex. Despite Fanny’s first encounters of the flesh being sapphist (and here Cleland does well), the silly tart never rams her forearm up anyone’s bunghole. The feminist in me cannot do without a binge of anal-boy rape. To shame, Cleland, to shame.
No Sex in Your Violence (yes, yes, and I've gotta machine head as well)
To an honest appraisal I conduct this swath of tilted letters. Damn the French, damn de Sade, from whom I've stolen my name. You’ve soured my brain to anything but what I want most now these days. No joy, let alone ecstasy, is really permissible without physical or mental, that is, all physiological really, destruction...
The language itself is a treat; I can easily grant this. So much smut today is smut because it is shit. It is smut for the wrong reasons. It doesn’t even attempt perversion. Big, overzealous, perfidious, pestiferous diction is what I love. And, on occasion, Cleland’s “machines” (what a wonderful moniker for a ribald penis, no?) are wordsmith-worthy. At the very least, having composed this in the 18th century means that, by default, the language is already scrumptious—the English language. Nothing about this pornography in prose of Cleland has anything even remotely American about it.
Highly Recommended
Oh, and I did mention the Orient above because the writer spent some time on the subcontinent. This was when Mumbai was Bombay and colonialism was still profitable.
In conclusion, I recommend that you consume Fanny Hill when wearing your dress, the summer dress that flaps about in the wind and is easily turned up. I did rub myself. This is smut, English smut. A minx in mind is a minx in heart is a minx in thought and dreams and soul and spirit. Yes, ignore my sad sadist reservations.
Fanny Hill is a treat and one that is to be enjoyed for the ages.
Love always, -V. de S show less
Banned smut is my favorite fashion of smut. If your work has been blacklisted, then I am a fan. Of course, Fanny Hill: Memoirs Of A Woman of Pleasure is redolent in this charge. The work has been abused by parochial souls, dragged through puritan circumspect, called out and sinned against by one moral majority after another. Mr. J. Cleland knew something of the Orient, but, alas, this makes no appearance in this novel. Maybe I do wish to critique the writer. I shall do so but for, let us hope, the right reasons—none of which have anything to do with that ugly puritanism that has for so long shortened the sights of Occidental fuckery.
I have enjoyed this novel very much. I only read it last week. show more Though I’ve known about, known of, this story for some time, I only downloaded it on my Kindle recently.
The plot is one of “corruption.” A beautiful theme if done correctly, corruption means here that some young female thing falls from stupid innocence to gutter-sucking puss-buggery. The hit-and-love dimension of my perfect soul is much angered that the teenage girl character, our Fanny, never learns the joy in blood-wet sex. Despite Fanny’s first encounters of the flesh being sapphist (and here Cleland does well), the silly tart never rams her forearm up anyone’s bunghole. The feminist in me cannot do without a binge of anal-boy rape. To shame, Cleland, to shame.
No Sex in Your Violence (yes, yes, and I've gotta machine head as well)
To an honest appraisal I conduct this swath of tilted letters. Damn the French, damn de Sade, from whom I've stolen my name. You’ve soured my brain to anything but what I want most now these days. No joy, let alone ecstasy, is really permissible without physical or mental, that is, all physiological really, destruction...
The language itself is a treat; I can easily grant this. So much smut today is smut because it is shit. It is smut for the wrong reasons. It doesn’t even attempt perversion. Big, overzealous, perfidious, pestiferous diction is what I love. And, on occasion, Cleland’s “machines” (what a wonderful moniker for a ribald penis, no?) are wordsmith-worthy. At the very least, having composed this in the 18th century means that, by default, the language is already scrumptious—the English language. Nothing about this pornography in prose of Cleland has anything even remotely American about it.
Highly Recommended
Oh, and I did mention the Orient above because the writer spent some time on the subcontinent. This was when Mumbai was Bombay and colonialism was still profitable.
In conclusion, I recommend that you consume Fanny Hill when wearing your dress, the summer dress that flaps about in the wind and is easily turned up. I did rub myself. This is smut, English smut. A minx in mind is a minx in heart is a minx in thought and dreams and soul and spirit. Yes, ignore my sad sadist reservations.
Fanny Hill is a treat and one that is to be enjoyed for the ages.
Love always, -V. de S show less
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Born in London, England in 1709, John Cleland studied at Westminster School. After working and traveling abroad, Cleland wrote the book that has made him notoriously famous to this day. The novel, Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure, also known as Fanny Hill, details the life and loves of a prostitute in 18th century London. A bestseller in its time, show more Fanny Hill has been heavily censored by various establishments since its inception. In 1749, Cleland was arraigned and reprimanded by the Privy Council in London for his literary obscenity. As a punishment, Cleland was ordered to pay 100 pounds annually and promise not to repeat the offense again. In the early 1960s the highest courts in New Jersey and Massachusetts declared the erotica novel obscene, but on appeal the U.S. Supreme Court reversed the judgments and cleared the book for publication. Cleland, who also spent time studying Celtic philosophy and dramaturgy, died in 1789 at the age of 80. (Bowker Author Biography) show less
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- Fanny Hill (1964 | IMDb); Fanny Hill (1983 | IMDb); Fanny Hill (1968 | IMDb); Fanny Hill (1995 | IMDb); Fanny Hill (2007 | IMDb)
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I sit down to give you an undeniable proof of my considering your desires as indispensable orders.
Published anonymously and under false imprints, shunned by respectable booksellers, perused by furtive readers, repeatedly seized by authorities, expurgated and denounced by its own author, Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure... (show all)I> was for long an underground book. (Introduction) - Quotations
- I felt the prodigious keen edge, with which love, presiding over this act, points the pleasure: love! that may be styled the Attic salt of enjoyment; and indeed, without it, the joy, great as it is, is still a vulgar one, w... (show all)hether in a king or a beggar; for it is, undoubtedly, love alone that refines, ennobles, and exalts it.
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- (Click to show. Warning: May contain spoilers.)True, on a fool: but are fools worth so much attention.
(Click to show. Warning: May contain spoilers.)Drawing on the strengths and parodying the weaknesses of the two great mid-eighteenth-century novelists, Cleland's Memoirs of a Woman Pleasure deserves a permanent place not only in libertine literature but in the canon of the English novel. (Introduction) - Blurbers
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