Laid Bare

After twenty years in the sex industry, New Zealander Rachel Francis has penned a detailed account of her experiences. What sets her apart from the ‘happy hooker’ memoirists, frequently derided by critics for representing only the upper levels of the industry, is Francis’ familiarity with so many sectors: as well as escorting, she’s worked on the streets, been a dominatrix, and opened her own brothel. She’s also well-qualified to compare the industry before and after decriminalisation, although some readers might appreciate a deeper examination of this aspect. Francis makes it very clear that she chose the profession, took great pride in her work, and refused to take shit from anybody. This said, she does not shy away from discussing difficult clients, corrupt police, and attention from the less savoury parts of the underworld. This balances well with the more titillating details, not to mention fetishes that I’m still struggling to comprehend (e.g. "Worm Man', who liked...well...). Although occasionally Francis emphasises her strength of character to the point of repetition, this might well be expected given the prohibitionist refrain that sex workers can never be empowered. It’s a small quibble about a book that has much insight to offer its readership – outsiders and sex workers alike.