3.5 stars. This was a second read for me, but to be honest I read it so long ago I didn't remember much.
Courtesans tells the story of four women in the 'long' 19th Century, who were famed and feted, superstars of their time - though of course, only in certain sets. What I found fascinating was not so much the stories of the women themselves (I'll get to that) but the changing attitudes in society to them. High class prostitution, for this is what it was, was much more acceptable in the Georgian period than it was by the time we got to the story of Skittles in the mid-Victorian period. When Sophia Baddely plied her trade, she was a trend setter, not exactly mixing with women in society, but admired by them and revered by them. While Skittles, the most famous perhaps, could hang out with lots of men, including the Prince of Wales (so what's new there!) she was spurned by women, and reviled in the ultra conservative press. By this time, women were being portrayed as the angel in the house of course, like shop dummies, if they were respectable, without any lady bits! So Skittles' making her living from her lady bits was shocking. Very hypocritically shocking.
This is the kind of book where the history makes you angry. Its not just the hypocrisy, it's the fact that in order to obtain some sort of sexual, financial and social freedom, these women had to become courtesans. I must say, one of the aspects I didn't particularly buy into was the argument that they all liked sex - fine, but indiscriminate sex based on monetary return? For me that has a squirm factor I couldn't get over. The other thing that made me uncomfortable was the sheer consumerism of all concerned. They all spent like there was no tomorrow, they all dripped in diamonds and silk and lace, and they all amassed enormous debts. If you become a courtesan to have an independent way of life, then why put that life in danger by over-spending to the point where you have to take on a few more customers to pay the bills? Even Elizabeth Armistead, who married very happily in the end (to Charles James Fox, who was supposedly extremely lax in the personal hygiene department, so she must have loved him) even she had enormous debts and a spending habit.
I didn't like these women but I admired them. I railed at the society in which they lived, and I felt a hue sympathy for them and for the women on the other side of the fence. The thing is though, this high class courtesan thing still goes on. And I couldn't help but draw the parallels. The good time girls like Christine Keiller. And the poor souls who are forced into it these days by handlers. This wasn't a comfortable book, but it was thought-provoking, extremely well-written, and even better it's given me lots of ideas for some stories of my own.