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<p align="left"><font size="2">Women of Victorian Sussex reveals a forgotten world of daily struggles against appalling injustice – tragic, brave, stubborn, desperate and comic. It is an untold story of English society brought to life in vivid and shocking detail. <br /><br />Helena Wojtczak examines the lives of women living in Sussex around the middle of the 19th century. The book explores their status, their work and their dealings with the law and by letting the facts speak for themselves builds up a devastating critique of a profoundly unjust and hypocritical society. <br /><br />What makes this extraordinary book so enjoyable is the wealth of entertaining anecdotes which reveal the astonishing double standards of Victorian society. In fact on virtually every page the reader is delighted by a surprising piece of information, or a delightful way of illustrating it. <br /><br />We start by learning that women far outnumbered men, one visitor remarking that in this respect St Leonards resembled paradise. Nevertheless, women were rigorously excluded from positions of power, authority of influence, it being held a self-evident truth that they were inferior to men. <br /><br />Single women were obliged to seek marriage for financial security; but upon marrying they relinquished their separate existence, being regarded by the law as incorporated into the husband. If they received any education, girls were taught to be submissive, child-bearing wives. The most abusive term that could be applied to a woman was ‘strong-minded’. Many children died in infancy; an unmarried mother was a pitiable outcast; a widow was a pathetic woman in desperate financial straits. <br /><br />This book contains many tales of appalling conditions endured, of little lives lived bravely against all the odds. Perhaps aware that her material could become too harrowing for the reader, Miss Wojtczak is careful to keep the tone light. Sometimes this seems strained – a discussion of crinolines and bloomers appears unexpectedly after an examination of infant mortality – but on the whole it is the very resilience and ‘strong-mindedness’ of the women that provides the light relief. <br /><br />The largest section of the book looks at women’s occupations and here we are presented with a riot of colourful detail and diverting insight. Profitable and interesting employment for Britain’s women just did not exist. The expression ‘women’s work’ was synonymous with low pay and low status. <br /><br />Although the historical records make them all but invisible, we find women doing all kinds of work. A female blacksmith, for example, was not abnormal. We find them running all sorts of shops and businesses, including baths, post offices and laundries, lodging houses and pubs; we see them as actresses, teachers, servants… and we find them walking the streets as ‘nymphs of the pavé’. These glimpses of brave lives led in obscurity are a delight to read, and made all the more so by the many press clippings, advertisements and pictures with which the stories are illustrated. <br /><br />The third section of the book considers women’s position vis-à-vis the law. The parade of injustice beggars belief as we read vivid examples of the law being used to oppress the weakest members of society, or at least offer them no protection from husbands who could mistreat them and repeatedly seize anything they had earned to support their children, leaving them in penury, with the courts’ blessing. <br /><br />Homicides, suicides and infanticides would have presented a gloomy, if sensational, ending, so the author finishes her work with a piece on emancipation, which looks forward to the dawning of women’s rights. <br /><br />Finally an eclectic series of appendices includes such gems as Locations of Female Plumbers, Public Houses with Female Licensees, Causes of Prostitution, Duties of a Workhouse Matron and a profile of the Venerable Cornelia Connelly, foundress of the Society of the Holy Child Jesus. <br /><br />If we had been given this to read at school, instead of the dry-as-dust textbooks that made every history lesson an opportunity for a nap, Britain would be full of keen amateur historians. For this is history at its best – a rich canvas swarming with life: surprising, fascinating, heart-warming and above all, very, very readable. <br /><br /></font></p>