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The Son of Fanny Hill

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Brandon House, California, 1970
price: $1.95; 192 pages

The blurb on the back:

Fanny Hill had a son.
His birth was a well-kept secret. His early life was one of drudgery and boredom. But in young manhood, his search for patronage led him into the most twisted paths of pleasure and perversion Eighteenth Century England could offer. In this book, his own letters reveal the whole truth: the bold, candid, bawdy, painful and gay story of ROD HILL.

opening lines:
With the most exact promptness and haste do I take my quill in hand to answer with all speed your request, transmitted to me through the good offices of Sir Reginald, to learn more of the circumstances, those both fortunate as well as unfortunate, which have brought me to my current station in life.

Well, whaddya think? You reckon that the son of Fanny Hill is going to have as good a story to tell as the Fanster herself? No, of course not. Itís just another late-Sixties piece of disposable porn, bouncing its ideas off an existing text. However, there are two points of interest: firstly, itís a piece of gay porn, which isnít what one would necessarily expect in connexion with Fanny Hill, and secondly, it has the most extraordinarily long sentences; here, for example, is Our Hero being buggered:

But truth to tell, I did not expire, and when, after a few moments, I became more used to having such a MAYPOLE imbedded in me, I didst most heartily encourage him to proceed farther, which same he did without needs of a second invitation on my part so that torn between pain and pleasure - yet not so much of the former that for a moment did I think of asking him to desist - I soon felt that wonderful purse of his, so soft that it seemed to be made of the finest velvet, come swinging gently against my upturned buttocks while the large spheroids therein (for m truth he sported no pea-sized ovals but those of such a size to be comparable to our English walnuts) did bounce enticingly against my bum. (p.136)

Who do they think is going to be bothered to follow such tortuous syntax?

Two other things: Firstly, like our other famous offspring Jacqueline, the novel is told in epistolary form. Curious coincidence. I donít know whether itís also true of The Daughter of Fanny Hill, whose adventures (inevitably) had preceded this. Secondly, ainít it a shame that her name wasnít Fanny Hull?

As ever, Ďcos I know you like these things, hereís a few titles advertised in the back pages: Sex Bum, Three Faces of Rape, Dirty Little Dwarf (a tautology, surely?), Gropie, Glue Factory, Diary of a Black Lesbian, Devil Sex, Pedophilia Ď69, Flossie in Bondage, Clit Clique, Sex Cycle Gang and our old friend Blown by Philip Jose Farmer. All human life is here.


like this? try this:
Jacqueline, Daughter of the Marquis de Sade