Timeless heartless women

As some of my readers have correctly pointed out, not all the courtesans were as kind-hearted and noble souls as Glycera – and this is obviously common sense corroborated by facts… In truth very many are the examples of  such greedy and unscrupulous women which can be found in ancient literature, actually – for the records… – they unquestionably exceed in number the loving and tender-hearted ones. Both ancient Greek and Latin literature profusely portray all different kind of concubines and prostitutes, often by stressing particularly in sarcastic and condemning tones their insatiability for richness, their absolute lack of scruples and their moody disposition and whimsical attitude.

Admittedly though, to their excuse, it must be said they were normally initiated to their art from a very young age often because of financial restraints, as Lucian of Samosata depicts in this following mime between mother Crobyle and daughter Corinna:

CROBYLE: … I want to instruct you how you should behave with men. Take my oath daughter, we have only your favour with men to depend upon for our living. You can’t figure how tough it has been for us to survive since your good father’s death. We lacked nothing when he was alive. He had quite a standing as a blacksmith in the Piræus. Everyone says there will never be another blacksmith like Philipinos. After his death I traded his pincers, forge and hammer for two hundred drachmas. We have lived on that for quite a while. I’ve found a job knitting and turning thread, earning just enough to buy us some bread. I have raised you, however, my beloved little daughter. You are the only hope that is left to me… you will earn a lot of money by being caring to nice young men, drinking in their company and sleep with them – this for money, obviously.

CORINNA: (Scandalized): You imply like Lyra, the daughter of Daphnis?

CROBYLE: Yes.

CORINNA: But she is a courtesan!

CROBYLE: So what? There is no mischief in that. You will become wealthy. You are sure going to have many lovers.

CORINNA: (sobs and cries)

And often in their adolescence, as Alciphron reports in this letter below, they had to fight against their own feelings in so much as the reasons of the heart were eventually defeated by plain financial calculations and crude survival necessities:

“Oh Mother, I am at my wit’s end! It is impracticable for me to marry the young Methymnaean, the pilot’s son, to whom my father recently engaged me, since I have seen this young man from the city, who carried the holy palm branch, when you gave me authorization to go to Athens for the celebrations of the Oschophoria. Ah, mother, how gorgeous he is! how attractive! His locks are curlier than moss; he laughs more agreeably than the sea in a calm; his eyes are cerulean, like the ocean, when the first beams of the rising sun shine upon it. And his whole countenance? You would say that the Graces, having abandoned Orchomenus [city in Beotia], after bathing in the fountain of Gargaphia, had come to frolic around his cheeks. On his lips blossom roses, which he seems to have plucked from Cytherea’s bosom to decorate them. He must either be mine, or, following the example of the Lesbian Sappho, I will throw myself, not from the Leucadian rocks, but from the crags of Piraeus, into the waves.”

And again on the same theme of the conflict between convenience and sentiments Lucianus of Samosata portrays in this dialogue a true lecture of scepticism given by this experienced mother to her too candid – alas! Not for too long I am afraid… – daughter:

MOTHER. …You see how much this boy is bringing us? Not one obol, no clothing, not a pair of sandals, not even a vase of cream has he ever given you; it is all oaths and promises and future prospects; always: “should my father die I shall inherit and everything would be yours”. And thus – as you say – he swears you will become his wife.

MUSARIUM. Oh yes, mother, he swore it, by the two Goddesses and Polias.

MOTHER. And you believe him, without doubt!? So much that the other day, when he had a payment to perform and nothing to pay with, you just gave him your ring without even consulting me, and its value just became drink…

MUSARIUM. He is so beautiful with his smooth chin; and he loves me, and weeps telling me that; and he is the son of Laches the Areopagite and Dinomache; and we shall soon become his real wife and mother-in-law, you know; we have great prospects, if only the old man would kick the bucket.

MOTHER. …They [Musarium’s girlfriends] have more common sense; they know their trade better than to link their faith to the worthless words of a boy with a taste for lover oaths. But you go in for faithfulness and true love, and will have nothing to say to anybody but your Chaereas. There was that farmer from Acharnae the other day; his chin was smooth as well; and he brought us the two minae he had just obtained by selling his father’s wine; but you, oh no sir! You sent him away with scorn; nobody but your Adonis for you….Do you expect to be eighteen all your life Musarium? or that Chaereas will keep his promises once has his patrimony, and his mother finds a match that will bring him another one? You don’t believe he will keep in mind his tears and kisses and promises, with five talents of dowry to distract him.

MUSARIUM Mother, you could not expect me to betray Chaereas and let that horrible worker (yak!) approach me. Poor Chaereas! he is my baby and my pet…

MOTHER. I only hope this all will be true. I shall jog your memory about this when the time comes.

Well, so far the heart seems still to be there. Nonetheless later in their years either pushed by the adversities of their trade and by the difficulties of everyday life, or simply by the growing greediness for a luxurious life, or more likely by the uncertainties of their future associated to the unstoppable sunset of their beauty and the unavoidable decadence of their “body assets”, these women were able to touch the deepest forms of cynicism and behave in the rudest materialistic conduct, as it is depicted in this courtesan’s “blunt” letter (composed by Alciphron) – where she is refusing any further contact with this unlucky and financially ruined lad:

“Why do you waste your time writing me so often? I want fifty gold pieces, not letters. If you do love me, well give them to me; but if you are too attached to your money, don’t bother me. Farewell.”

And especially this other rather “scary” letter, again composed by one of Alciphron’s courtesan-personages in response to a marvellous heart-breaking, full of tears love letter of her unfortunate, sincere, but now “bankrupt”, lover :

“How I wish that a woman’s household could be maintained on tears! I should live majestically, for I know you would keep me lavishly supplied with them; but, as it is, unhappily we want cash, garments, ornaments and maids. Our activities rely exclusively upon this. I have no estates at Myrrhinus, no split in the silver mines; I only depend upon the little gifts I am given, and the favours of silly lovers, squeezed from them with many moans and tears. I have known you now for more than one year, and I am no better for it. My hair is awful; it has not seen any oil all this time. I only wear one Tarentine tunic, so aged and tattered that I am absolutely embarrassed to be seen in it by my friends. I hope I may have better luck! And do you think that, while I stand by you, I shall be capable to find other resources? You weep; be sure that won’t last long. But I shall be fairly starving, unless I can discover a lover to give me something. I question your tears: how ridiculous they are! O Aphrodite! You say, Simalion, that you are crazy in love with a woman, and that you cannot live without her. Well, my friend, have you no precious drinking-cups at home? Has not your mother some jewels? Cannot you get some values belonging to your father? How lucky is Philotis! The Graces have bestowed her with favours. What a great lover she had in Meneclides, who each day presents her with something. That is way better than your tears. And me miserable girl, I have no lover, but a rented mourner, who sends me nothing but flowers and garlands, just like I was to beautify an early tomb for me, and proclaims that he cries all night. Well if you can bring me anything, come and meet me, but please — no tears. Or else, keep your sorrow to yourself, and stop bothering me.

However it is remarkable how avid ruthless women and weak pathetic lovers are to be found throughout literature of all times. Very explicit and hopelessly straightforward, sound the appalling words of the late XIX century Viennese courtesan Josephine Mutzenbacher portrayed by Felix Salten:

If you consider a year has 365 days, and calculating at least three men a day, you get around one thousand and one hundred men a year, thus over thirty thousands in three decades. Quite an army… You cannot pretend I can account for each of those “brushes” who “dusted” me… Ultimately love is a stupid thing. A woman resembles an old fipple pipe, with only a couple of holes from which you can get only two, three notes.”

Naturally a magisterial example of the power exercised by greedy cold-blooded women is Nana – it is simply unforgettable her pitiless conduct and voraciousness for all the riches of Paris pursued by exploiting every single inch of her natural “endowments” and every penny of her ill-fated lovers:

“This was the period of her life when Nana lit up Paris with redoubled splendour. She rose higher than ever on the horizon of vice, dominating the city with her insolent display of luxury and contempt of money which made her openly squander fortunes. Her house had become a sort of glowing forge, where her continual desire burned fiercely and the slightest breath from her lips changed gold into fine ashes which the wind swept away every hour. Nobody had ever seen such a passion for spending. The house seemed to have been built over an abyss in which men were swallowed up – their entire possessions, their bodies, their very names – without leaving even a trace of dust behind them.”

And how to forget the frightful, bitter and dry sense of power and self-contemptuousness of Madam Michèle de Burne, when another unfortunate victim falls into her cage?:

“Restée seule, elle sourit avec une joie victorieuse. Les premiers mots lui avaient suffit pour comprendre que c’était là, enfin, la déclaration d’amour. Il avait résisté bien plus qu’elle n’aurait cru, car depuis trois mois elle le captait avec un grand déploiement de grâce, des attentions et des frais de charme qu’elle n’avait jamais faits pour personne. Il semblait méfiant, prévenu, en garde contre elle, contre l’appât toujours tendu de son insatiable coquetterie. Il avait fallu bien des causeries intimes, où elle avait donné toute la séduction physique de son être, tout l’effort captivant de son esprit…pour qu’elle aperçût enfin dans son oeil cet aveu de l’homme vaincu, la supplication mendiante de la tendresse qui défaille. Elle connaissait si bien cela, la rouée! Elle avait fait naître si souvent, avec une adresse féline et une curiosité inépuisable, ce mal secret et torturant dans les yeux de tous les hommes qu’elle avait pu séduire! Cela l’amusait tant de les sentir envahis peu à peu, conquis, dominés par sa puissance invincible de femme, de devenir pour eux l’Unique, l’Idole capricieuse et souveraine!”

Unquestionably Huysmans vividly – yet very sadly – did synthesise this awful state of affairs within Paris de fin siècle :

“Fathers devoted their lives to their businesses and labours, families devoured one another on the pretext of trade, only to be robbed by their sons who, in turn, allowed themselves to be fleeced by women who posed as sweethearts to obtain their money. In all Paris, from east to west and from north to south, there existed an unbroken chain of female tricksters, a system of organized theft, and all because, instead of satisfying men at once, these women were skilled in the subterfuges of delay.”

Apparently altogether quite a dismaying scenario; thus, along with old wise Monsieur Lamarthe, it can only be simply acknowledged and always born in mind:

“…dans notre jeune société riche, les femmes n’ont envie et besoin de rien et n’ont d’autre désir que d’être un peu distraites, sans dangers à courir…”

32 comments on “Timeless heartless women

  1. Marsha says:

    My darling,
    I confess I know little about Alciphron, but I find him a fascinating reporter. He could be easily working for a leading newspaper!
    I love this post very much!
    Kisses
    Marsha

    P.S. Did you read my new essay?

  2. Hellen says:

    My dear,
    Not all women are like that, luckily… and you know that …..
    Thanks for your kind of blunt window on “Alt Wien”..
    Zoenen –Hellen

  3. lustigkulle says:

    “No money, no honey”! – the basic rule in this trade.
    When love is reduced to a merchandise, everyone involved is corrupt and, most important, human dignity and love itself, is trampled on. What remains is an illusion, created by, mostly, male desires for physical satisfaction and dominance. Zola himself said that Nana is “un poème des dèsirs du mâle”.

    This post certainly deserves a more comprehensive reply than what’s possible in a blog-comment.

  4. Maria says:

    Hello my dear,
    I believe that those who are heartless get always the best out of life.
    Hugs and kisses
    Maria

  5. Grete says:

    My dear,
    I’ve finished reading Nana thanks for the lovely tip, this was a true masterwork…
    Love
    Grete
    P.S. The concert was a total blast!!!!!

  6. Jacqueline says:

    Mon Chérie,
    Notre coeur est le meilleur roman d’amour à lire publié de Maupassant. Un roman émouvant, plaisant avec chacune des caractères, nous faisant passer de la irritation, à la compassion, puis par la estime. L’histoire d’amour entre le simple et placide André Mariolle (pauvre… !) et la étonnant et espiègle Madame de Burne est absolument immortel.
    Bisous
    Jacqueline

  7. Clotilde says:

    Mon Chérie,
    J’ai lu Nana pour la première foi aux lycée! Nana est un histoire mordant, ignoble, pittoresque sur les cocottes du 19ème.siecle et de tous les temps. Zola s’inspire sur les biens pensants pour qui les bons enseignements doivent s’étendre, bien sûre pour les autres. Et la protagoniste Nana est abominable de dépravation mais aussi d’ingénuité.
    Très bon billet, bravo !
    Gros Bisou
    Clotilde

  8. Jimena says:

    Querido mío bellísimo articulo, lleno de citas muy interesantes. Hay siempre mucho que aprender como mujeres, constantemente hemos querido saber quiénes somos pero debemos tener cuidado: puede que lo que confesemos no nos guste demasiado…
    Besos
    Jimena

  9. Sandrine says:

    Chérie,
    Superbe billet, Huysmans est un grand auteur ! Je ne pense pas que les temps sont changé,
    Bisous
    Sandrine

  10. Nicolette says:

    Chérie, nous avons tous peur de souffrir. j’ai connu l’amour et je pense que sans souffrance il ne pourrait pas y avoir de plaisir. Bisou, Nicolette

  11. Emily says:

    Darling,
    This is a true depressing portrait of women coquetry, but I admit sometimes I am tempted to fall into the “net” of dalliance myself….
    Kisses
    Emily

  12. Ignacio says:

    Amigo creo que amar para algunos hombres significa sufrir. Viven encerrados en relaciones que perturban su felicidad y bienestar, al sentirse intrigados por mujeres bellas, complicadas y problemáticas. ¿Alguna vez te has preguntado por qué te gusta hacer la corte a quien no te corresponde, o te ha sobrevenido que te interesas por personas que sabes que no te convienen y que pueden lastimarte? Los hombres que se sienten atraídos por mujeres inseguras, distantes, complicadas, suelen terminar amando sin esperanza a la mujer equivocada y sufriendo por amor.
    Ciao.
    Ignacio

  13. Sowmya says:

    Hi darling!
    I suppose the real problem is that many modern western women do not really know what they want!
    XXXXX
    Sowmya

  14. Karen says:

    My dear,
    I was quite shocked by the words of Salten’s personage: how harsh and straightforward she was!
    It must have been unusually scandalous in those days…
    Nice and rich article
    Kiss; Karen

  15. Vidya says:

    Dear Atheneion,
    Fortunately there are women of every kind around, and not all of them are as greedy and unfeeling.
    Bear in mind this as well
    Kisses
    Vidya

  16. Erin says:

    Hello Atheneion,
    I say women can be really bitchy sometimes, and men always fall for them. It has always been like this and it will always be.
    Erin

  17. stoa says:

    Hello dear Marsha,
    Yes you’re right: I am sure he would have made a great journalist. A true expert of gossip and foilleton and maybe a true comrade of Roth and Polgar…
    Kiss

    P.S. Yes I did, I’ll write my comments this weekend.

  18. stoa says:

    I know it Hellen… believe me I know…
    Kisses

  19. stoa says:

    Dear Lustikulle,
    Actually it is hard for me to think about “that” as a trade, but you’re right: maybe that’s the way the world spins…
    However I most certainly concur the issue deserves more room and deep thinking than a blog post and comment…
    Cheers

  20. stoa says:

    My dear Maria,
    This at first sight may seem nothing but true, but I am sure that at the end of the day they will find themselves submerged by rich and marvellous-looking layers of nothingness…
    Be yourself, you won’t regret it!
    Kisses

  21. stoa says:

    Dear Grete,
    Yes I know, that is one of my favourite Zola’s novels; I’m glad you’ve enjoyed it. More to come…
    Kisses

    P.S. Sorry I’ve missed that, next time it won’t happen!

  22. stoa says:

    Jackie dear I most definitely concur with your opinion: this is one of my favourite novels ever!
    Inspiring and insightful and above all so real!!! A true – alas! Neglected – masterpiece.
    Bisous

  23. stoa says:

    Dear Clotilde,
    Thanks for your compliments: sweet as usual.
    I do love Zola’s writings, they are able to create such a wonderful atmosphere that I feel like “Paris” every time I browse through them! What a wonderful and indescribable feeling: I bet you know what I mean!
    Bisous

  24. stoa says:

    Querida Jimena, estoy seguro que el mundo no es tan malo como parece, y también los hombres y las mujeres. Creo más simplemente que todos somos mas o menos victimas del miedo irracional y de la desconfianza que han destruido muchas sueños.
    Gracias por tu irrenunciable apoyo,
    Un beso

  25. stoa says:

    Cher Sandrine,
    Human nature cannot change and this is a fact – we have the proofs :-)
    So there’s nothing much to be expected in that respect, But each of us must do his/her best to be happy – regardless!!
    Love
    A.

  26. stoa says:

    Nicole Chérie, I don’t quite agree: love is supposed to be true enthusiasm and pure joy.
    Bisou

  27. stoa says:

    Well Emily, I agree this is quite disheartening, nonetheless I cannot believe this is the only perspective…. This can’t be all…!

    However I’m pretty sure the day you start dawdling there will be neither hope nor mercy for anyone :-)

    XXX Love

  28. stoa says:

    Querido Ignacio:
    Si me permites de decirlo creo que tu hablas como un hombre herido. Intuyo que tu sensibilidad ha sido vulnerada, sin embargo esto es algo que en la vida ocurre, desafortunadamente a todos y a menudo.
    Pero generalizar y crear reglas es un error aún peor de aislarse a condenar.
    A pesar de todo te aconsejo de no rendirte, nunca, y de mirar siempre adelante: algo bueno siempre esperas los valerosos…
    Suerte compare.

  29. stoa says:

    Dear Sowmya,
    I deem women do know what they want, the actual problem is that sometimes they want an unattainable perfection; something that has no citizenship in this world…
    Kisses

  30. stoa says:

    Karen darling,
    you got it! Actually this was a big scandal in those days: the book itself was published anonymously and then credited to Salten (some scholars also thought it was Schnitzler’s job).
    It was immoral and considered much worse than pure erotic literature.
    Plus – believe it or not – it was still in the news rather recently: in 1990 Federal Constitutional Court of Germany sentenced that the pornographic content of the novel could be still considered as art and therefore the book itself cannot be censured nor be limited in distribution…..
    Kiss

  31. stoa says:

    Dear Vidya,
    I most certainly know it, trust me; and for sure you do belong to the nice batch!
    Kiss

  32. stoa says:

    Hi Erin,
    Maybe some of them are, but I am positive very many of them are not.
    Patience and understating – and, why not! Luck – should help men greatly :-)
    Cheers

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