They Bare Their Breasts but Not Their Souls
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Plenty of sex worker autobiographies are written with a standard set of preconceptions and stereotypes intact. How sad such intimate performers are unable to impart individual quality to their revelations:
Are all naked women pretty much the same? Reading stripper memoirs would lead one to think so. It is a surprisingly rigid genre, with a set of rules and conventions as strict as those of sonnets or villanelles. …
You would think the subject would have a certain voyeuristic frisson, but something about stripping lends itself to cliché and obviousness, to the literary equivalent of fake breasts and caked mascara and silver thongs. Still a vast number of them have appeared on shelves …
The reviews: My Life In a G-String: A Round Up of Stripper Memoirs