Fanny Hill is the book of immorality rewarded. Letters of Fanny Hill, despite their extreme licentiousness, are a series of prints which, like the compositions of William Hogarth, paint a perfect picture of English manners of the eighteenth century. Life is present with an undeniable truth accent. The London of that time offered the amateur women all the resources he could desire: more villainous taverns to the most sumptuous "harems". In a preface to the Memoirs of Fanny Hill (1914 edition), Guillaume Apollinaire says it is "the English sister Manon Lescaut, but less unhappy." To the difference of Manon Lescaut, there is little complicity between Cleland and his heroine. However, this careful chronic illuminates the century and amusements of a light-hitting. John Cleland was born in 1709 into a middle-class military family. He was British consul in Smyrna he left in 1736 to enter the service of the East India Company in Bombay. He published without the author's name, an edition of Fanny Hill, or Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure written by herself (Memoirs of a prostitute), one of the great classics of erotic literature in London in 1748- 1749 while he was imprisoned for debt in Fleet prison. When he dies, it is a very old writer considered. But we continued to read Fanny Hill under the coat