Wow! This story has been utterly and irrevocably successful in the game of deception! It held my honour and trust until the very end, where I then had to abandon all hope of salvation completely! What I first believed to be a strongly subversive piece of feminism turned into every heterosexual male’s depraved fantasy: to turn a lesbian woman straight. This story has such poignant pull-quotes that it is such a disappointment for it to stick the landing that it did. Here, I thought it was refreshing to have such an unconventional yet empathetic take on feminine restraint and sapphic leanings. I was infinitely misguided!
How humorous it is for titular character Mademoiselle Augustine de Villeblanche to describe one of the reasons for preferential singularity in feminine romance to be “fear of surrendering to a sex which never seduces us except to master us”. Well that is exactly how this story ended, with the last line boasting of Monsieur Franville’s “adroit” ability to “turn the most dissolute of girls into the most virtuous and respectable of women”. As if she was not already a woman of that calibre previously, respectable in my eyes for articulating the sentiment that sapphism is not an error, but a product of Nature; and that those of this alignment should be spared ridicule and instead left to their own pleasures.
“With very different prejudices you cannot feel the same fears. Your victory lies in our defeat. The more conquests you obtain, the greater your glory, and you cannot resist the feelings we arouse in you except by vice or depravity”. Pardon me for after reading these apt and feeling words, I was genuinely deluded into thinking Marquise de Sade a sympathetic partisan of womanhood and the feminine experience! It disgusts me to consider that now! I was waiting for the punchline, the plot twist to correct its course, but alas! It never came and the page ran empty. Leaving the moral of the story to be that any woman can be deceived into love, turned into a housewife, and saved by a man!
“I have brought back to the path of virtue the heart over which I shall reign for ever”. Are these the truly the tender and affectionate words of a man in love? Or a victorious exclamation from a deceptive mercenary! As if heterosexuality and home-making servitude are the only singular paths to virtue! I could not contain my incredulity, for my jaw surely had to be helped shut. Surely a story of such breadth and body of discernment and insight cannot be just another silly show of antiquated ignorance! But I should’ve known to not expect anything else from a libertine and political male writer.
Even if he was French and philosophical.