Smut Week continues with Book #3, a fake handbook of etiquette from
the French writer Pierre Louys, one of many erotic manuscripts
discovered in his papers after his death in 1925. I read a review of it
somewhere over the past year, and it sounded like my sort of thing -- I
like really cutting satire, I like books that pretend to be a kind of
non-fiction that they aren't, and (like everyone else) I like sex.
All that led me to this slim guide: The Young Girl's Handbook of Good Manners.
It's in the form of one of those interminable lists of rules for
behavior, which were even more common in the late 19th century when
Louys was writing. But these rules are all about sex, and Louys paints a
picture of ubiquitous debauchery through the things he keeps insisting
young ladies should not do.
(How young is that "young"
in the title? Too young, for anyone this century. Probably too young
even at the time, which is part of the point -- Louys wrote this for his
own amusement, and to break as many taboos as possible. If you're not
offended, then he failed in his task.)
As usual in
works like this, the assumed young girl is polymorphously perverse,
engaging in all conceivable sex acts with men and women, family friends and house
servants, sex toys and fruit, at all times and in all places. Louys
organizes the book into page-long chapters, each with a list of things
not to do (and, more rarely, to actually do). Some of the amusement for
modern readers comes from the social and cultural assumptions embedded
in those rules -- Louys wrote for an audience of people who had servants
and fancy dinners, among other things seen less often these days.
This is, of course, a book with no particular redeeming value. But then, so are most books, and Young Girl's Handbook is also wickedly amusing, which most books are not.
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