A review by hgarciasaxophone
Fanny Hill, or Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure by John Cleland

1.0

I’m so glad I finished this book—it took abnormally long because it got to be too much at times.

It’s hard to classify what Cleland’s purpose was in writing this book. Was he trying to redefine virtue? Was he writing out some fantasies he had? Was he just an absolute creep? I have no clue. Fanny Hill is no great heroine. She simply exists and things happen to her. The story line lacked clear continuity and was mostly just episodes/moments. I’m not sure Cleland had a strong plan when he wrote this book and it shows.

Suffice to say, I agree, it is a “book I disdain to defend, and wish, from my soul, buried and forgot” (Cleland).

Don’t think I won’t be using some new silly euphemisms from this book