'If ever a woman wanted a champion,' Virginia Woolf wrote, 'it is obviously Laetitia Pilkington.' Norma Clarke intends to vindicate both the author and her Memoirs (she pays tribute to A.C. Elias's invaluable 1997 edition). Correcting the long-standing categorisation of Pilkington as a 'scandalous memoirist' (her story was advertised alongside Cleland's Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure), Clarke persuasively describes the Memoirs as a remarkable hybrid: as innovatively mock heroic as the Dunciad; as winningly frank and ramblingly anecdotal as the autobiography of her patron, the comic actor and poet laureate Colley Cibber; as dizzying in its inversion of perspective as Gulliver's Travels; and as sentimental as the novels of Samuel Richardson, a patron for whom Pilkington provided inside information on the workings of the female heart and the doings of London libertines, and from whom she learned to write to the moment, and to keep in mind new possibilities for a woman's story.

LRB 17 July 2008 | PDF Download