So, a little later than everyone else, I have read Belle du Jour's book. (Did not really want to buy it, but was happy to find flatmate had it.) It is not v sexy. It is, in fact, a tiny bit depressing.
But what everyone really wants (or wanted) to know is, Is she or isn't she? The jury's still out. What I will say is this - it reads like an automatic writing programme, like a robot might write in some weird way - there is just something very wooden about it. (boom boom!) And I used to read the blog, I don't remember it being that stilted. Can't verify the hotel rooms and horsewhips, but little details, the mundane day-to-day stuff, just sound oddly.
I give you these sample sentences as evidence:
Evidence No 1: (on a former boyfriend)
'a lovely young lad who was clever and always smiled.' Lad? Who uses lad?
Evidence No 2:
'I was varnishing my toe-nails' Who
says that? Surely 'polishing', 'painting', 'putting nail varnish on' are more usual.
Evidence No 3: (on Christmas)
This year, I actually want the terrible gifts from the ancient aunties. Bring on the wooly socks and the embroidered handkerchiefs please! Apart from the terrible multiple pile-up of cliches in this sentence, shortly before Belle has said she is Jewish and celebrates Hannukah, not Christmas. How come her ancient aunties do?
Evidence No 4: on boyfriend reacting to the news about her job
'I've been thinking about it and I think it's okay.' Oh. So that's okay then.
Evidence No 5 : on her (nice, middle-class) family
'They don't know officially what I do. They know I'm in the sex trade but that's it... I suspect they officially do know.' Oh well, that was easy.
One of my first questions on reading about a prostitute is 'Do you tell people about it?' What do your family think? What does your boyfriend think? See how gracefully she answers these thorny questions, despatching them in a mere sentence. Hmmm....
I can tell I'm not convincing you. But it is more a cumulative effect you get if you read it in one go. Maybe it's because it's been bolted together out of posts from a blog that it reads like a Frankenstein's monster of a story.
And the writing about sex is detailed, in the way that porn is detailed, without actually telling about how it feels - it really doesn't come across like a real person speaking from inside of an experience, in the way that, say,
Mimi tells about stripping or
Girl with a One Track Mind tells about, well, anything.
(Hm. Maybe that says more about her skills as a writer than it does about her authenticity as a prostitute, though. )
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