Story Description:
"I am Moth, a girl from the lowest part of Chrystie Street, born to
a slum-house mystic and the man who broke her heart."
So begins THE VIRGIN CURE, bestselling author Ami McKay's
much-anticipated new novel. Set in the tenements of lower Manhattan
in 1871, where the author's own great-great-grandmother once worked
as a groundbreaking female physician, the novel is told in the
voice of Moth, the daughter of a Gypsy fortune teller and a
ne'er-do-well who abandons them both a smile and a tip of his hat.
Left to struggle on their own, Moth and her Mama lead a hard life,
one that requires Moth to become more streetwise with each passing
day. Although she comes to believe she's seen it all, nothing
prepares Moth for the terrible surprise her mother gives her when
she turns twelve: the news that she must leave her home to live as
a servant in the house of Mrs. Wentworth, a lady of station and
means (and, as Moth soon discovers, inventive cruelty).
These betrayals lead Moth to the Bowery, a wild, murky thoroughfare
filled with house-thieves, pick-pockets, beggars, sideshow freaks,
and prostitutes. Hungry, desperate, and haunted by a sexual
predator, Moth sees an introduction to Miss Everett, the owner of a
nearby brothel, as her way to a better life or, at the very least,
a soft bed and a full belly. To Miss Everett, Moth is simply
another chance for profit, as her establishment is known as an
infant school, caters to gentlemen who pay dearly for companions
who are "willing and clean," the most desirable of them all, young
virgins like Moth.
In this new life, Moth finds friendship with the other girls in the
house as well as with Dr. Sadie, a visiting physician who has
followed her social conscience into working with prostitutes and
the poor. While Moth's housemates risk falling prey to the myth of
the "virgin cure" - the belief that deflowering a girl can heal the
incurable and tainted, Dr. Sadie warns Moth to question and observe
the world around her so she won't share the same fate. Still, Moth
dreams of her own big house on Gramercy Park and of answering to no
one but herself. There's a high price for such independence,
though, and no one knows that better than a girl from Chrystie
Street.
My Review:
Moth and her mother live alone in a stark and dirty tenement after
her father left them when she was just three-years-old. He left
with the bit of money saved in a cookie tin and her Mom's only
piece of silver she owned, which was a tarnished sugar bowl.
Moth wanted affection from her mother. She wanted to hold her mom's
hand, sit on her lap and kiss her cheeks like all little girls do
but her mother pushed her away telling her: "…when you were a baby,
I held you until I thought my arms would fall off. Oh, Child, that
should be enough." Moth said she didn't mind because she loved her
mom anyway.
The summer Moth turned twelve, her mother sold her to a woman named
Mrs. Wentworth and shed no tears when she was taken by this woman
as her mother wouldn't stand for it. She always said: "American
girls don't whimper." Moth took a seat in Mrs. Wentworth's carriage
but couldn't see where they were going as all the curtains were
closed. After a while the carriage rolled to a stop and all Mrs.
Wentworth said was: "You're to go right to bed…I want you rested
for tomorrow." As Moth was falling asleep in her new residence she
whispered out loud into the room: "How much did you get for me,
Mama"? What a sad thought to know that you've been 'SOLD' by your
own mother!
Mrs. Wentworth began whipping Moth's wrists on the soft side of her
arms leaving bruises the colour of a rainbow. She then began
slapping her across the face for the smallest of infractions. She
was jealous of Moth's beauty and she was out to destroy that
beauty. Moth suffered so much pain for such a young girl.
Can you imagine growing up poor, living in a filthy dirty tenement,
your mother is a Gypsy fortune-teller, you have hardly any food and
then you're sold by the very woman who gave birth to you!
I was immediately drawn in by this story, I was mesmerized and
could picture in mind's eye the brothel, the rooms and could
actually "feel" Moth's embarrassment at having to undress for the
men. I was so attuned to Moth's psyche that I could feel what she
felt and shared her heartbreak and pain at every turn and that
makes for some very good writing. To enable a reader to get into
the mind of the character is no easy feat but Ms. McKay pulls it
off without a hitch.
The book definitely lived up to long wait and I'd highly recommend
it to everyone and plan on keeping this as part of my permanent
collection.