This book is an autobiography, a factual account of the author's life as a prostitute in London. It is, for obvious reasons, published anonymously. For the same reasons identities and events have been disguised, and every character in the book bears a fictitious name.
Books can be attributed to "Anonymous" for several reasons:
* They are officially published under that name * They are traditional stories not attributed to a specific author * They are religious texts not generally attributed to a specific author
Books whose authorship is merely uncertain should be attributed to Unknown.
This books is magnificent and psychological. One of the best works I've read in a long time.
I'm unsure as to whether this is truly an anonymous account or a well envisioned fiction, but the writing is so good that skin crawls and hairs stand on edge within the spread of a page.
I'm an American from the modern era, the protagonist is a woman from postWW2 England...yet the poetic language she uses is so crisp, clear, and moving that the gap in time and culture is meaningless. We as audience are transported into the seedy, grim world, with all of its spiritual crisis and desperate necessity. One of the best books I've ever read. I haven't felt this emotionally invested in a character/person from a book in a long time. If this woman is indeed real, I pray she found the peace and vibrancy she so craved and deserved.