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

2.0

“It’s banned book week, you should read a banned book.” Suggested my wife.

So I picked Fanny Hill, because why not? I was expecting a raunchy novel with some plot or something to justify the facts that I’ve heard of it and it’s 250 years old. What did I get?

Raunch? More like full on porn. Like the porn today, it’s unrealistic, what with everything being so pleasurable; it’s trying to push boundaries without really knowing how and it’s clearly directed by a man who doesn’t understand women. Footnote, I am a man, I don’t pretend to understand women; but I’m pretty sure no women is reading Fanny Hill and thinking, that’s exact same thing happened to me.

Plot? No, this is porn, the only reason Pablo didn’t turn up to “clean the pool” is because that cliche isn’t as old as this novel. You’re told when the last sex sense begins, that’s it’s the last one, I really feel that’s to save you having to read the last 5 minutes of the book in which the story is wrapped up.

Should you read this book? I mean, do you like porn?