The Virgin Cure [NOOK Book]

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From the author of the number one Canadian bestseller The Birth House comes the story of a young girl abandoned to the streets of post-Civil War New York City.

"I am Moth, a girl from the lowest part of Chrystie Street, born to a slum-house mystic and the man who broke her heart."

Set on the streets of Lower Manhattan in 1871, The Virgin Cure is the story of Moth, a girl abandoned by her father and raised by a mother telling fortunes to the city's desperate women. One summer ...

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Overview

From the author of the number one Canadian bestseller The Birth House comes the story of a young girl abandoned to the streets of post-Civil War New York City.

"I am Moth, a girl from the lowest part of Chrystie Street, born to a slum-house mystic and the man who broke her heart."

Set on the streets of Lower Manhattan in 1871, The Virgin Cure is the story of Moth, a girl abandoned by her father and raised by a mother telling fortunes to the city's desperate women. One summer night, twelve-year-old Moth is pulled from her bed and sold as a servant to a finely dressed woman. It is this betrayal suffered at the hands of her own mother that changes her life forever.

Knowing that her mother is so close while she is locked away in servitude, Moth bides her time until she can escape, only to find her old home deserted and her mother gone without a trace. Moth must struggle to survive alone in the murky world of the Bowery, a wild and lawless enclave filled with thieves, beggars, sideshow freaks, and prostitutes. She eventually meets Miss Everett, the proprietress of an "Infant School," a brothel that caters to gentlemen who pay dearly for "willing and clean" companions—desirable young virgins like Moth.

Moth also finds friendship with Dr. Sadie, a female physician struggling against the powerful forces of injustice, who teaches Moth to question and observe the world around her. The doctor hopes to protect Moth from falling prey to a terrible myth known as the "virgin cure"—the tragic belief that deflowering a "fresh maid" can cleanse the blood and heal men afflicted with syphilis—that has destroyed the lives of other Bowery girls.

Ignored by society, unprotected by the law, Moth dreams of independence. But there's a high price to pay for freedom, and no one knows that better than a girl from Chrystie Street.

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Editorial Reviews

Booklist
“McKay captures the era’s atmosphere in such crisply rendered details. . . . Thought provoking and beautifully rendered.”
Associated Press Staff
“So well researched is this novel, so deep does it take readers into the dark and desperate life of Lower Manhattan that it is easy to believe it was written 150 years ago as a treatise decrying the fate that awaited so many impoverished young girls.”
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780062194169
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 6/26/2012
  • Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 59,159
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Ami McKay is the author of the number–one Canadian bestseller The Birth House, winner of three Canadian Booksellers Association Libris Awards, and a nominee for the International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award. Originally from Indiana, she now lives with her husband and two sons in Nova Scotia.

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I am Moth, a girl from the lowest part of Chrystie Street, born to a slum-house mystic and the man who broke her heart.
 
My father ran off when I was three years old. He emptied the rent money out of the biscuit tin and took my mother’s only piece of silver—a tarnished sugar bowl she’d found in the rubble of a Third Avenue fire.
 
“Don’t go . . .” Mama would call out in her sleep, begging and pulling at the blanket we shared as if it were the sleeve of my father’s coat. Lying next to her, I’d wish for morning and the hours when she’d go back to hating him. At least then her bitterness would be awake enough to keep her alive.
 
She never held my hand in hers or let me kiss her cheeks. If I asked to sit on her lap, she’d pout and push me away and say, “When you were a baby, I held you until I thought my arms would fall off. Oh, Child, that should be enough.”
 
I didn’t mind. I loved her.
 
I loved the way she’d tie her silk scarf around her head and then bring the ends of it to trail down her neck. I loved how she’d grin, baring her teeth all the way up to the top of her gums when she looked at herself in the mirror, how she’d toss her shawl around her shoulders and run her fingers through the black fringe of it before setting her fortuneteller’s sign in the window for the day. The sign had a pretty, long-fingered hand painted right in the middle, with lines and arrows and words criss-crossing the palm. The Ring of Solomon, The Girdle of Venus. Head, heart, fate, fortune, life. Those were the first words I ever read.
 
It was my father who gave me my name. Mama said it came to him at a place called Pear Tree Corner—“whispered by a tree so old it knew all the secrets of New York.” The apothecary who owned the storefront there told my father that he could ask the tree any question he liked and if he listened hard enough it would answer. My father believed him.
 
“Call the child Moth,” the twisted tree had said, its branches bending low, leaves brushing against my father’s ear. Mama had been there too, round-faced and waddling with me inside her belly, but she didn’t hear it. “It was the strangest, most curious thing,” my father told her. “Like when a pretty girl first tells you she loves you. I swear to God.”
 
Mama said she’d rather call me Ada, after Miss Ada St. Clair, the wealthiest lady she’d ever met, but my father wouldn’t allow it. He didn’t care that Miss St. Clair had a diamond ring for every finger and two pug dogs grunting and panting at her feet. He was sure that going against what the tree had said would bring bad luck.
 
After he left us, Mama tried calling me Ada anyway, but it was too late. I only ever answered to Moth.
 
“Where’s my papa?” I would ask. “Why isn’t he here?”
 
“Wouldn’t I like to know. Maybe you should go and talk to the tree.”
 
“What if I get lost?”
 
“Well, if you do, be sure not to cry about it. There’s wild hogs that run through the city at night, and they’d like nothing better than to eat a scared little girl like you.”
 
My father had thought to put coal in the stove before he walked out the door. Mama held onto that last bit of his kindness until it drove her mad. “Who does such a thing if they don’t mean to come back?” she’d mutter to herself each time she lifted the grate to clean out the ashes.
 
She knew exactly what had happened to him, but it was so common and cruel she didn’t want to believe it. Miss Katie Adams, over on Mott Street, had caught my father’s eye. She was sixteen, childless and mean, with nothing to hold her back. Mrs. Riordan, who lived in the rear tenement, told Mama she’d seen them carrying on together in the alley on more than one occasion.
 
“You’re a liar!” Mama screamed at her, but Mrs. Riordan just shook her head and said, “I’ve nothing to gain from lies.”
 
Standing in front of the girl’s house, Mama yelled up at the windows, “Katie Adams, you whore, give me my husband back!”
 
When Miss Adams’ neighbours complained about all the noise Mama was making, my father came down to quiet her. He kissed her until she cried, but didn’t come home.
 
 “He’s gone for good,” Mrs. Riordan told Mama. “Your man was a first-time man, and that’s just the kind of man who breaks a woman’s heart.”
 
She meant he was only after the firsts of a girl—the first time she smiles at him, their first kiss, the first time he takes her to bed. There was nothing Mama could have done to keep him around. Her first times with him were gone.
 
“God damn Katie Adams . . .” Mama would whisper under her breath whenever something went wrong. Hearing that girl’s name scared me more than when Mama said piss or shit or fuck right to my face.
 
The day my father left was the day the newsboys called out in the streets, “Victory at Shiloh!” They shouted it from every corner as I stood on the stoop watching my father walk away. When he got to the curb, he tipped his hat to me and smiled. There was sugar trailing out of a hole in his pocket where he’d hidden Mama’s silver bowl. It was spilling to the ground at his feet.
 
Some people have grand, important memories of the years when the war was on—like the moment a brother, or lover, or husband returned safe and sound, or the sight of President Lincoln’s funeral hearse being pulled up Broadway by all those beautiful black horses with plumes on their heads.
 
“Victory at Shiloh!” and my father’s smile is all I’ve got.
 
The rooms I shared with Mama were in the middle of a row of four-storey tenements called “the slaughter houses.” There were six of them altogether—three sitting side by side on the street with three more close behind on the back lots. If you lived there, there was every chance you’d die there too. People boiled to death in the summer and froze to death in the winter. They were killed by disease or starvation, by a neighbour’s anger, or by their own hand.
 
Mothers went days without eating so they could afford food for their children. If there was any money left, they put ads in the Evening Star hoping to get their lost husbands back.
 
My Dearest John,
please come home.
We are waiting for you.
 
Searching for Mr. Forrest Lawlor.
Last seen on the corner of Grand and Bowery.
He is the father to four children,
and a coppersmith by trade.
 
Mr. Stephen Knapp, wounded in the war.
I’ll welcome you home with open arms.
Your loving wife, Elizabeth.
 
They stood in the courtyards behind the buildings, pushing stones over the ribs of their washboards and sighing over the men they’d lost. Elbow to elbow they put their wash on the lines that stretched like cat’s cradles over that dark, narrow space.
 
Our back court was especially unlucky, having only three sides instead of four. The main attractions were one leaky pump and the row of five privies that sat across from it. The walls and roof of the outhouses leaned on each other like drunken whores, all tipsy, weeping and foul. Only one of the stall doors would stay shut, while the other four dangled half off their hinges. The landlord’s man, Mr. Cowan, never bothered to fix them and he never bothered to take the trash away either, so all the things people didn’t have a use for anymore got piled up in the court. Rotten scraps, crippled footstools, broken bits of china, a thin, mewling cat with her hungry litter of kittens.
 
The women gossiped and groused while waiting for their turn at the pump, hordes of flies and children crawling all around them. The smallest babes begged to get up to their mama’s teats while the older children made a game picking through boards and bricks, building bridges and stepping-stones over the streams of refuse that cut through the dirt. They’d spend all day that way as their mothers clanged doors open and shut on that little prison.
 
Boys grew into guttersnipes, then pickpockets, then roughs. They roamed the streets living for rare, fist-sized chunks of coal from ash barrels or the sweet hiss of beans running from the burlap bags they wounded with their knives at Tompkins Market. They ran down ladies for handouts and swarmed gentlemen for watches and chains. Kid Yaller, Pie-Eater, Bag o’ Bones, Slobbery Tom, Four-Fingered Nick. Their names were made from body parts and scars, bragging rights and bad luck. Jack the Rake, Paper-Collar Jack, One-Lung Jack, Jack the Oyster, Crazy Jack. They cut their hair short and pinned the ragged ends of their sleeves to their shirts. They left nothing for the shopkeeper’s angry hand to grab hold of, nothing even a nit would desire.
 
Girls sold matches and pins, then flowers and hot corn, and then themselves.


From the Hardcover edition.
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Reading Group Guide

1. Miss Everett could be seen as doing work that “saves” girls, whether from poverty or from working the streets, and she is an established member of New York society. What do you think of this argument, considering the few options for young girls like Moth?

2. What makes Moth such a survivor? Is she better or worse off without her mother?

3. The young Moth spends a lot of time fantasizing about the lives of the wealthy and how her life could have been different. Do Moth’s early experiences with the Wentworths dispel some of those fantasies, or shore them up?

4. Moth’s mother tells Mrs. Wentworth that Moth’s name is “Miss Fenwick.” Later, Moth chooses to use the name “Ada” while she’s in the brothel. How do these and other names change the way Moth sees herself? How does calling herself “Ada” help her to cope?

5. How does Ami McKay use mystery and hidden secrets in The Virgin Cure? For instance, consider the various characters who live secret lives, or the importance of fortune-telling, or the role of the old Stuyvesant pear tree in the lives of early immigrants.

6. Most of the girls in Miss Everett’s house believe their lives can only improve if they win the continued affection of one of her rich clients. Dr. Sadie ensures that this doesn’t happen for Moth by taking her to visit Katherine Tully. Why do you think Miss Everett lets Moth go along with the doctor for the day?

7. What sorts of sacrifices does Dr. Sadie have to make in her work and her life?

8. Discuss the title of this novel and the different ways it relates to the story within its pages. Discuss the devastating myth of the “virgin cure” – not only how it took hold in the New York of this novel, but how it continues today in parts of our world.

9. What character in this novel intrigues you the most, and why?

10. Throughout the novel, McKay uses elements like Dr. Sadie’s diary, margin notes and newspaper ads to convey information, whether about her characters or more generally about the New York of the day. Talk about the effect these parts of the narrative had on your reading, and your experience of Moth’s world.

11. Reread the Evening Star article that appears just before the novel’s epilogue – a report on the debut of the Circassian Beauty at Dink’s Museum. Compare the exotic story about her past with what really happened to Moth.

12. At the end of the novel Moth lives in a home on Gramercy Park and seems to have reached her life-long goal – yet she’s only nineteen. What do you think the future holds for Moth?

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  • Posted August 15, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    A new kind of heroine

    Moth, an unusual and mystical-sounding name given her by an errant father, is one of the unfortunate born into poverty and misfortune, and yet she is...gifted. She is special.

    Moth is smart and adaptable and almost fearless. A twelve-year-old girl, she is forsaken by her mother, a local mystic and fortune-teller, but she determinedly finds her way, via a path to an "infant school". An infant school would be considered very upsetting and disturbing to any woman of this generation, but for a young girl on her own in the late 1800s of Manhattan, it could be her only saving grace. Some of these girls came to the "school" of their own accord, others were sold to them by poverty-stricken relatives.

    In "infant schools", young girls were taught all about how to charm a man, how to intrigue him and entice him, and hold his interest. How to drive up her own worth in his eyes, so that he would be willing to pay a large sum for her "innocence". Then her virginity would be sold for a pretty penny, and the girl could then opt to leave the school to fend for herself, or to become a professional prostitute.

    I loved this story, and I found author Ami McKay's writing to be very effective and moving. The book also has little tidbits and notes in the margins that give you a glimpse into the era and at times explain a little about a topic in the story. One of things you learn from one of these tips is the disturbing reality that in 1871 "under common law, the age of consent was ten years of age. (In Delaware it was seven)" How's that for shocking?

    The one complaint that I have is that sometimes it was hard to discern the transition from the story to a news article or a "diary entry" or letter by the doctor. Perhaps they could have used different typeface and margins and such to make it easier to indicate the switch?

    My final word: At times shocking and disturbing, but overall a very moving and satisfying read, I highly recommend this book. This story isn't for the faint of heart, but this rare gem is perfect for someone looking for a new kind of heroine-- a heroine perhaps not as delicate and fancy as one of those frilly butterflies, but a Moth gritty and spunky enough to knock the dust off her wings and take flight once again...

    11 out of 12 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 14, 2013

    The content of the book is very distressing. Author has done he

    The content of the book is very distressing. Author has done her legwork and history gathering; however, I find it unnecessary to go into such graphic details regarding sexual deviancy.. News coverage daily gives us far too many glimpses into the elements of our society perpetrating gross acts as depicted in this book. We are bombarded by stories of the degradation of our civilization. I prefer not to waste my precious time reading a book which compounds the egregious conduct of these societal pariahs. I prefer to be entertained, educated or amused in my readings.
    I find no satisfaction in reading of the disparity and helplessness of the poor and downtrodden in society. Unfortunately, we see too much of it in our modern-day examples of the widening gap between rich and poor....though we as a people and as a government shy away or deliberately deny its being.

    5 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 26, 2012

    Another good one

    As a fan of The Birth House, I bought this one and was impressed as well. A history lesson and one a woman should read to see just how far we have come.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 27, 2012

    Highly Recommended and thought provoking.

    I had recently read The Birth House by this author and was looking for more of the same. The Virgin Cure did not disappoint. The story was disturbing but I have no doubt a fairly accurate description of the life options of young girls during this time period. My heart went out to Moth and all her trials and rejoiced as she found her way out of her misery. I would highly recommend this story to everyone.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 15, 2013

    This is the kind of book that sticks with you long after you rea

    This is the kind of book that sticks with you long after you read the final page. I highly recommend it. This would be a great pick for a book club.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 6, 2013

    Great book!

    I thought this was a great book. Sad and disturbing but makes you appreciate life and what you have so much more.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 9, 2012

    Best read I've found in a long time! Am reading The Birth House

    Best read I've found in a long time! Am reading The Birth House right away. Ami McKay will be a great author to follow!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 14, 2012

    Loved it!!

    Great read. Recommended

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 2, 2014

    Fascinating

    I was a huge fan of Ami McKay's first book, The Birth House, so I was very excited when this sophomore effort came out. I wasn't disappointed. This book was a fascintaing piece of historical fiction, telling the tale of a street girl named Moth and the harrowing experiences she has in late nineteenth century New York. I loved this book and recommend it to everyone, particularly if you were a fan of McKay's earlier work and if you enjoy historical fiction. The only thing that prevented me from giving it five stars were the frequent glitches which caused it to skip over pages or repeat pages. Very irritating! Please fix this, Nook tech squad!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 23, 2014

    I Also Recommend:

    Top five favorite books. I feel in love with Ami McKay's books.

    Top five favorite books. I feel in love with Ami McKay's books. I read 'The Birth House' first and loved that book so I decided to read 'The Virgin Cure'. I was not let down. I hope to read more of her works! 

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 27, 2013

    Disturbing but good book

    This book was disturbing in some parts, but I can imagine this is how things used to be. I enjoy reading books about people who overcome great odds, and this book certainly delivers. I couldn't put it down.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2013

    Don't Let the Title Keep You From Reading....

    This was the 2nd book I read from Ami McKay. Although other reviewers don't like the subject matter, I thought that the book was not all about young girls and virginity. Yes, this was the background for the story however the author weaves a very interesting view of life and is full of characters that the reader wants to know more about. I loved the book!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 25, 2013

    Why Virgin Cure?

    This book is very interesting. Ami writes well and her stories are very well researched. HOWEVER, I read and read wondering when the story of Moth would tie in with the title. In the first part of her story the Cure was mentioned. Then, after three-quarters there is the situation with Alice and the Cure but it is a rather minor story within a story. I give the author that that situation may have a bearing on Moth's decision but that is only a guess. I will now re-read the book, not expecting the Cure being what the book was about.
    I am glad I read this book and it would have rated 5 stars if the title and the story jived.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2012

    Lit Chick

    I'm enjoying this book, and I recommend it. Just not sure why the B&N overview is different than the actual story. Does anyone know why????

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 20, 2014

    Very interesting

    Well written. Interesting story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 2, 2014

    Great read

    Loved it wellr esearched read it in one nigh a true page turner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 26, 2013

    Followkit

    Ran off to collect them

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 27, 2013

    Brightsky

    Okay, hmm...

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2013

    Easy read

    Loved story

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 9, 2013

    ~Crossing Winds~ chaper 4~ by Krazy aka skystar

    Her eyes blinked open, light flushing in. The fresh mornig scent kicked in er morning energy. She groaned in discomfort, something prickly poking her. She rolled over, nothing. She twisted her head around, and gasped. Several fluffy, cloudy white frills started to grow on her back. A strange facination and a tinge of terror triggered a shriek. Her mithers head shot up as ast as light reflecting from a puddle. In a hurricane of wingbeats her mother sat by her side. She gasped in surprise. "SHAKRA! Wake up! Shes growing feathers! And I have the perfect name!" She squealed like a mentally unbalanced squirrel. Shakras eyes blinked groggily. "Wha..?" His gaze brightens in excitement once he registered what his energetic mate had twittered to him. "Oh!" He exclaimed, and rushed over. He made an affectionate chirrup noise. She smiled. Her mother rolle her eyes where her mate or her chick couldnt see. "Ahem. Shakra! We should name her Sierra." He gave er a doubtful glance. "I think her name should be Skylar." She made a grumpy face and glided away. Her father switched is agitated face into a gentler gaze and turned to his precious kin. She managed a sentence. "Does mama love me?" She squaked sorrowfully. "Well..." her fater looked away. "I can't say."

    0 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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