This is a brilliant, sensitive story by a renowned historian who takes the reader to the fringes of London's underworld in the 1870s. Fanny Hooper's father is unknown to her during her growing up, but, when they meet, they find each other charming and cherished friends and companions. Seeking work in London, Fanny's gentle nature nets her a job on the correct side of the reception desk of a brothel. She meets the love of her life but elects not to marry. Meanwhile, her best friend and a famous beauty named Lucy tries for a career on the stage and finds herself trapped amongst rogues, invisibility in the chorus line, nude scenes, and the casting couch. Fanny finally decides on marriage when a baby is due, but her love is tragically taken from her before they can be wed. She spends the rest of her life in a quiet French village where she and her lover had had an idyllic holiday. She tells her story to a journalist who finds it--and her--enchanting. He marvels at the ups and downs of women's lives in Victorian society. His telling of Fanny's story reminds us that we are only 150 years away from the days when women had to depend on men for protection, position in society, and basic survival.
While it may seem I've told a lot of the story here, I strongly recommend this book for its elegant, lovely language and the beautifully wrought characters. The scenes in London, northern England, and France are evocative. Readers will feel they are looking at picture postcards of places, characters, and a vanished age.