The idea of the Victorians taking their clothes off seems quite irresistible to the twentieth century, judging by the numbers of books on the subject. We have had The Other Victorians, Fanny by Gaslight, The Worm in the Bud, The Victorian Underworld, to name but a few. Then we had the ubiquitous ‘Walter’, detailing his encounters with over a thousand women. It appeared that the Victorians not only had a lot of sex, but they actually enjoyed it too. None of this seems to me remotely surprising. Social habits change, human beings do not.

And here is another worthy and weighty tome on the subject, this time about the nude in Victorian art. At first I was rather prejudiced against it, as it both looks and reads like a university thesis, which it is, and fairly bristles with all the trendy words: ‘discourse’, ‘empowerment’, ‘class’, ‘gender’. In spite of this, I enjoyed reading it, and found it a good survey of what is an absolutely fascinating subject – how the Victorians struggled to come to terms with the nude in art.

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