The Picture of Dorian Gray: Elementary Level (Macmillan Readers) (original 1891; edition 2008)

This book is so famous.But i have never read it,so im interested in thia book.

dorian gray is so beautiful man,but he is bad boy.Basil who is artist pict gray's pict,and this picture is so strange.
Whenever Gray does something bad things,this pict's character is ugly.And,,,,,

I could enjoy reading this book. ( )

The characters in the novel are fascinating.
Dorian is a beautiful, empty headed boy ripe to be filled with Lord Henry's ever-flowing thoughts and ideas.
But years later, his painting's face changes ugly, and his character changes cruel.
I think this story is very scary.
I thought it is interesting when Dorian getting change and influenced by Load Henry.
Also, I thought human's desire is awful. ( )

While I understand the allegorical importance of the meticulous brushstrokes with which Wilde paints the details of his portrait of Dorian Gray and his language is certainly elegant, there's making a point, then there's overkill, then there's beating a dead horse, then there's roughly 50 pages of this book driving home the same point.

Great central conceit, certainly worth reading for Gray's descent into madness, but a bit much. ( )

This novel is about both a literal portrait of Gray and the figurative painting of his character to be one of self-indulgence and Victorian decadence and excess.

Gray is described to be of exceptionally striking physical appearance. At the start of the novel, he is somewhat modest and unaware of his effect on others. After the creation of his portrait by the artist Basil Hallward, he sees himself as others do and he declares that the portrait should bear the burdens of his “passions and sin” rather than suffering them himself. He gets his wish.

As he grows older in a chronological sense, Gray begins to take advantage of his looks and develops a narcissistic personality. His life of wealth and privilege leads to a sense of entitlement and self-righteousness that Gray uses to justify even the most despicable acts.

Gray wiles away his time by over-indulging his senses. Wilde meticulously describes Gray’s intense interest in the art of perfumery, art, and music; a product of Wilde’s involvement in the Aesthetic Movement. After indulgences, Gray deadens his senses through the use of opium. Because he feels no direct connection to life lacking the threat of death, Gray has no real purpose. While he is a deplorable character, you feel for his sense of displacement and longing.

Oscar Wilde’s works are highly quotable. Dorian Gray has a few impudent characters that epitomize Victorian attitudes towards women. Sayings like “The only way a woman can ever reform a man is by boring him so completely that he loses all possible interest in life.” don’t go over well today but must have been incredibly funny in their time. ( )

Can't say I loved this... It rambled on a bit too much for my taste, but the story was good. Glad I read it but wouldn't beg my friends to read it. ( )

The Picture of Dorian Gray is one of the most elegant novels in the Gothic canon; that it is also one of the most sinister is hardly surprising given Oscar Wilde’s curious aptitude for tempering the macabre with the sensuous and the frivolous with the fatalistic.

A considerable scandal upon its publication in the early 1890s, the novel still reads as slightly homoerotic, even if only in the most clandestine and aphotic of ways. Woven through its themes of beauty, decadence, age, and the nature of art is a thread of shimmering doom that becomes more poignant the longer one spends with Dorian Gray and the more one considers its relationship with its author.

It is a peacock’s fan of luminous wit and glimmering color, dripping with venom and smelling of strange perfumes. We are all familiar with the general flavor of things: an innocent and exceptionally beautiful youth has his portrait painted one fateful afternoon; upon viewing the piece, he is paralyzed by the sudden revelation that one day he will be old and hideous while the painting will retain its beauty and life. In a devil’s bargain, he wishes that it would be the other way around. And then, under the influence of a particularly deleterious gentleman, Dorian Gray begins to change: his innocence gives way to corruption and his beauty seems apt to languish under the spell of opium, cruelty, and languor. One day Dorian notices that the painting has begun to transform, while he himself retains all the beauty of an innocent despite the ever-swelling ocean of his sins…

Few works of literature are as effervescent as Dorian Gray and just as few are as utterly pessimistic; that it is capable of fusing remarkably disparate parts into a whole that is absolutely cohesive is a fascinating example of its author’s gifts. Like Wilde’s Salome, Dorian Gray is as colorful as it is bleak, and even its weaknesses, in context, seem like strengths.

Seldom is an artist’s most famous work also his most erudite and brilliant: this is one of those works. I have approached it perhaps six or seven times in the last five years, and each reading has left me more enraptured than the last—which is high praise for a novel that relies a great deal on suspense and aesthetic splendour. I consider it one of the finest things I have ever read—daring, sultry, venomous, eloquent, and radiant in its own decay. ( )

I could not finish this. I made it about halfway through. Full of tedious philosophizing, ridiculous platitudes and horrible characters, it made for a grueling read. I understand the importance of the moral message and it's relevance to the time period then and now, but it was so unbelievably boring and annoying that I did not care to reach the conclusion. ( )

The story is about a beautiful young boy, Drian Gray.
An artist painted his portrait.
The artist's friend said to Drian that most important thing in the world is youth when he looked the portrait.
Drian gonna be don't want to grow up.
His hope comes true.

Theportrait grows up instead of him.
I have known only the title "Drian Gray".
I hate horror.
But this book is very exciting for me.
I can't understand Lord Henry's position.
So I want to read the book again when I have time. ( )

This late-Victorian novel, the only one Wilde ever published, is a marvellous technical achievement.

Dorian Gray has very beautiful looking, and he impressed with his painting's own beauty. But years later, his painting's face changes ugly, and his character changes.

This story is very strange,but cool!It is very exciting for me. ( )

Basil Hallward painted a beautiful portrait.He painted it for his dearest friend,Dorian Gray.But Dorian don't like it because it will keep its beauty but he will be older.However instead of him,the portrait change its appearance...
When I finished reading,I was sad because Dorian couldn't change his life.Basil's thought that Dorian souldn't meet Lord Henry was right.I don't like Lord Henry because he changed Dorian for his amusement. ( )

I think it's not a very good abbreviation for the original work of Wild.In fact, the original book tells us a crazy story about a very beautiful young man who wanted to stay young forever. He did it by an amazing picture painted by his friend . Year after year, in the whole 26yeas he lived a evil but glaring life and devoted himself to the greatest pleasure. It's a book about killing , love, desire and the craziest imagination .And in the so-called evil , you can find an unusual beauty just like you can find in the writer himself. ( )

The story was talk about an overconfident story.The handsome young man Dorian Gray,because of Prainter Basilhallon drew a portroit of him,he saw himselfamazing beauty,and the flatter from Lord Herry Wotten larish praise on himself to keep youth forever.And this impossible dream come ture,then he started did some terrible things,he killed the printer .Finally,the portrait recoed the evidence of what he did,he born of portrait and died of portraint.In my oppinion,people will never satisfy about thenself,they want look nice,want keep youth forever.When i choose this book,i read the first sentence on the introduction page;"if i could stay young and picture grow old!For that-for that-i would give everything i would give my soul for that"this sentence attacktive me.

Far and away the best thing about this book is Oscar Wilde's wit, which is in fine form throughout. Though the premise is supernatural, and The Portrait of Dorian Gray is often included with books like Dracula, Frankenstein, and Turn of the Screw as a classic early horror novel, it's really more of a melodrama and probably more comfortable alongside something like House of Mirth as a tragedy of high society. Well worth the read, if only for Oscar Wilde's self-portrait, quite obviously the charming cynic and corrupter, Lord Henry... ( )

An artist paints a picture of the young and handsome Dorian Gray. When he sees it, Dorian makes a wish that changes his life. As he grows older, his face stays young and handsome. But the picture changes. Why can't Dorian show it to anybody? What is its terrible secret?

Never read any Oscar Wilde but, after this, I’d like to. The guy has an amazing way with words, an epithet for every occasion. This gives his characters some great lines and makes their discussions almost worth studying sometimes.

Dorian Gray is a novel exploring the pursuit of pleasure without concern for the conscience. It’s a curiously moral tale. I say curious because I didn’t expect a character like Wilde to write such. But then it does lampoon and make a mockery of Victorian morality which, in many cases, was simply a veneer as all religious morality is in truth. This is something that Wilde was more than familiar with.

I knew the story, unfortunately, as that made me less appreciative of the novel as I read it. But the story is only a minor character. It’s the influences that act on Gray that make this such a good read. You wonder where his desires will take him.

Ultimately his desires take him pretty much where you might expect. And why is there no surprise here? Well, it’s because the way the story ends is no surprise to any of us. It’s because the story of Dorian Gray is, ultimately, our own story; a story of how we hide the moral corruption that lies under all our attempts to conceal it. It’s because, as a Great Book once said, the wages of sin is… well I won’t spoil it for you! ( )

Oscar Wilde's only novel is, in my opinion, his greatest work. While the plays spark with wit and wisdom, with humour and satirical fun, Dorian Gray is of another class entirely. It is a serious look at the consequences of immorality, of vanity and greed and selfishness. And it does not flinch to paint the 'picture' in all of its gory details. It's contemporary today, as proved by a recent film adaptation (starring the drool-worthy Ben Barnes) which was quite accurately adapted from the book and is, to my mind, required reading. Or should be. ( )

Oscar Wilde

The Picture of Dorian Gray

Penguin Classics, Paperback, 2003.
8vo. xliii+253 pp. Edited with an Introduction [ix-xxxiv] and Notes [pp. 231-253] by Robert Mighall. Selected Contemporary Reviews [pp. 214-223]. Original Penguin Classics Introduction by Peter Ackroyd, 1985 [pp 224-230].

First published, 1891.
Published in Penguin Classics, 2000.
Reprinted with minor revisions, 2003.

Contents

Acknowledgements
Introduction
Chronology
Further Reading
A Note on the Text

The Picture of Dorian Gray

Appendix I
Selected Contemporary Reviews of The Picture of Dorian Gray

Appendix II
Introduction to the First Penguin Classics Edition, by Peter Ackroyd

Notes

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I think it was Bertrand Russell, of all people, who once said that the purpose of reason is to explain the conclusions of intuition, or other words to that effect. It is the same with book reviews and me. The purpose of things like reviewing and rating, as far as I am concerned, is merely to rationalize an essentially non-rational experience, especially when fiction is concerned. In this respect, reviewing Dorian Gray is a formidable challenge, but not because its status as a classic and the hymn of false modesty "What Can I Say That Hasn't Been Said Many Times?" The reason is in the contrast: the book is rife with exasperating faults and shortcomings, yet it has been an extraordinarily powerful experience I wouldn't like to miss. How does one reconcile reason with intuition in this case?

To begin with the beginning, the famous preface to the book, namely ''The Preface'', consists of one page of epigrams which characterise what follows pretty well indeed. Together with some perfect nonsense like this:

The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography. Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.

Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty.

There are some speculations not altogether devoid of sense:

No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style.

And there is not a negligible amount of wisdom:

All art is at once surface and symbol.
Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.
Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.
It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.

The novel is pretty much the same hotchpotch, but on a rather greater scale. Let's try to disentangle the pastiche from the profoundness, the weaknesses from the strengths - starting with the former.

Dorian Gray is often described as Oscar Wilde's only novel. I really don't know how such grossly inaccurate description has ever been put forward at all. One of a kind it may well be, but it's definitely not a novel. It's a play, or rather a cycle of many one-act plays on the same subject, with somewhat expanded stage directions and a couple of purple essays thrown in for good measure. There are plenty of long monologues which are more suitable for the stage than for the printed page, and there is a good deal of poetry in prose much more akin to Oscar's fairy tales (his second volume, The House of Pomegranates, in particular) than to anything that can safely be called ''a novel''. Not the least interesting thing about Dorian Gray is that it was first published in book form in 1891, thus filling the niche between Wilde's complete short fiction, including the aforementioned volume of fairy tales which appeared in the same year, and his legendary, if short-lived, success on the stage, which started in 1892 and led to the writing of three brilliant social comedies and one fairly mediocre farce.

''Timeless'' is an adjective usually associated with the classics. While true to their value, it is quite false to their form. Like more or less any other classic, Dorian Gray is very much a book of its own time, too. It is extremely class-conscious and stupendously sexist. Wise critics will tell you that Wilde did outrage the Victorian morality at several different levels (e.g. suggesting that aristocrats can lead double lives and frequent vile brothels, too), and this is quite true. But it doesn't change the fact that the high classes are consistently regarded as the better ones. Feminists with limited imagination who are offended by the harsh sexism that creeps in here and there will no doubt be gratified by the appearance of the Duchess of Monmouth. She is that rare creature, virtually unknown during the Victorian era: a woman with brains. But she appears only in the very end of the book, and her presence is entirely insignificant for the plot or the other characters. Do you think it a coincidence that all three main characters are males from the high strata of society?

(Yes, there is a great deal of subtle homoerotic nuances between them. No, these are far from being of any importance. Enough about that.)

Speaking of main characters, in terms of complexity and development, Dorian Gray delivers the goods nowhere near as good as one might expect from a novel. Basil Hallward is a fine painter, and perhaps a great one, but his single truly outstanding work, the picture of Dorian Gray, is rather an accident, in more than one sense of the word as it turned out. He is also a colossal prig and a most tiresome prude whose chief occupation is preaching to others how wicked they are. Lord Henry Wotton is one of those epigram chatterboxes that only Oscar Wilde could create. He is the proverbial cynic who never takes anything seriously; for him life is an amusing game of observation of people's emotions and influence over their minds, and vice versa. Then there is Dorian himself, whose by far most important asset is his heavenly beauty. He is the only one in whom there are hints of complexity and development, insubstantial and unconvincing as they are. Finally, there is Dorian's portrait which takes the burdens of both his age and his soul. Its own development seems to put Dorian Gray in the category of ''speculative fiction'' - whatever that means.

Nor is the plot any more realistically, plausibly or convincingly drawn than the characters. For one thing, it is rather weirdly paced. The ''novel'' can be split into two halves, each spanning no more than a few weeks yet separated by some twenty years. There is only one chapter (XI) that serves as a link. Rather unfortunately, this is by far the most horrible chapter in the whole book. Here Oscar really did reach the peak of deliberate perversity. Together with important information about Dorian's degradation, he goes into absolutely intolerable detail about his passions for exotic musical instruments, precious stones, embroidery and what not. If Oscar wanted to show off the range of his culture and the richness of his vocabulary, he certainly succeeded. I am duly impressed by both. But this doesn't make the chapter less misguided. Such stupendous digressions are the most crass mistake any novelist can make, and there is no excuse for them (not even the notorious serial publication so fashionable in Victorian times, and this is not the case here anyway). Chapter XI is one of the most important in the book. It is a sad observation that at least 80% of it can be skipped without any loss whatsoever.

Having delivered the retribution, I now have to deal with the apologia. This is rather more difficult to put into words.

Despite being a mess of a novel, full with one-dimensional stereotypes rather with characters, despite its rambling structure and monstrous digressions, despite its badly misplaced purple prose, despite all that, Dorian Gray is compulsively readable and completely compelling, if you excuse the alliteration. Whatever lame description one wishes to attach to it - ''speculative fiction'', ''Gothic'', ''novel'' - the bottom line is that it must be experienced personally and intimately. It has a rare combination passion and grandeur. All numerous faults it does have do detract from its value, but much less than it might seem at first glance. In fact, under closer scrutiny, most of these faults are either obliterated by significant merits or reduced to minor nuisances.

I may start with Wilde's prose, so ill-suited for a novel. I confess right away that I dislike purple patch, especially more or less all the time. But I guess one of the best, if intensely personal, definitions of a great writer is how much he can get away with. Well, Oscar's record is nearly perfect here. His melodious and visionary language often produces unforgettable effects that leave me all but breathless. To take but one among many examples, the love story between Dorian and Sybil is absurdly melodramatic, yet it is often strangely touching, even affecting. (For the record, there is also, in the characters of the mother and the brother, a good deal of delightful satire.) Here are two examples about ravishing descriptions, one of Sibyl herself and one of the surroundings, that might easily become parts of a poem:

Then she paused. A rose shook in her blood and shadowed her cheeks. Quick breath parted the petals of her lips. They trembled. Some southern wind of passion swept over her and stirred the dainty folds of her dress.

The tulip-beds across the road flamed like throbbing rings of fire. A white dust - tremulous cloud of orris-root it seemed - hung in the panting air. The brightly coloured parasols danced and dipped like monstrous butterflies.

As far as the surrealism of the book is concerned - and by this I mean, not its supernatural elements, but its artificiality - this is surely something that shouldn't be held against Wilde. For realism is not what he tried to do; indeed, he did his best to avoid it. In Oscar Wilde: a pictorial biography (Thames and Hudson, 1960, rev. ed. 1966, written by his second son Vyvyan, by the way) there are several revealing quotes from letters Oscar wrote to the press in defense of the numerous attacks on his book. They made it clear that the last thing he tried to do, in this book and his oeuvre as a whole, was to achieve anything even remotely resembling realism. Nobody who has read Wilde's absorbing essay-dialogue The Decay of Lying will remain unconvinced in that, either. It's always a dangerous business to judge about author's views by the words of his characters, but it's a fairly sure guess that with the following words of Lord Henry Oscar spoke his mind:

That is the reason I hate vulgar realism in literature. The man who could call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one. It is the only thing he is fit for.

As soon as the "novel" thing is discarded, both the sketchy plot and the flat characters become easy to accept. Indeed, they should be expected. Speech being more or less the only means in drama, to expect verisimilitude and plausibility is surely to expect too much. That said, the plot of Dorian Gray, though badly paced, is not at all badly constructed. As Somerset Maugham might have said, it has a beginning, a middle and an end. It also has several twists which I at least didn't expect at all, and which are executed with all of Oscar's consummate dramatic skill. The ending is thoroughly predictable, yet not without suspense. The long monologues, too, should be expected, not so much because of the theatrical nature of the work, but because it was written in time when conversation was a carefully cultivated form of art. As for the characters, what they lack in credibility, they more than compensate for in vividness. At least two of these marvellously evocative stereotypes deserve a more detailed discussion.

It's difficult to deny that Lord Henry is a man of incredible charm; not for nothing does pretty much everybody call him Harry*. Among the constant streak of epigrams that pours from his lips there is a good deal of junk whose only purpose is to be amusing. That it certainly is, but Harry's finest creations are much more than that. They give me pause for reflection on myriad of things, sometimes they bring to a well-known conundrum a positively devastating illumination. There is so much more below their glittering surface. Small wonder that some of these epigrams are among Wilde's most famous ones; and some he liked so much himself, that he used them again in his brilliant comedies. But several favourites will doubtless illustrate what I mean much better than any words of mine:

Conscience and cowardice are really the same things, Basil. Conscience is the trade-name of the firm. That is all.

It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.

The thoroughly well-informed man - that is the modern ideal. And the mind of the thoroughly well-informed man is a dreadful thing. It is like a bric-a-brac shop, all monsters and dust, with everything priced above its proper value.

Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love's tragedies.

The only difference between a caprice and a lifelong passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.

Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin. If the caveman had known how to laugh, history would have been different.

Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one's mistakes.

Men marry because they are tired; women, because they are curious: both are disappointed.

The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly--that is what each of us is here for. People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to one's self.

The only artists I have ever known who are personally delightful are bad artists. Good artists exist simply in what they make, and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are.

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

My dear boy, the people who love only once in their lives are really the shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination. Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect--simply a confession of failure. Faithfulness! I must analyse it some day. The passion for property is in it.

It is to be regretted that none of us will ever meet anybody like Lord Henry. For one thing, there is no second Oscar Wilde; for another, in our hectic times of mind-numbing technology, such leisurely existence and such refinement of speech are all but unattainable ideal. It is Lord Henry, too, who is there to espouse Oscar's aesthetic ideals. It is safe to say, perhaps, that the following passage mirrors the author's thoughts to perfection:

People say sometimes that beauty is only superficial. That may be so, but at least it is not so superficial as thought is. To me, beauty is the wonder of wonders. It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances. The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible

But Harry, despite all his verbal brilliance, is not the protagonist. This, of course, is Dorian Gray - and his portrait, or his soul to use the proper names. The most curious thing about Dorian is the ambiguity that surrounds him. On the one hand, though there is nothing really explicit in the book, Oscar is nothing if not suggestive. To contemplate Dorian's escapades in opium dens and sordid slums, his seduction and destruction of many aristocratic beauties, is a rather chilling business. On the other hand, however, Dorian's life comes as close as possible to the highest of all goals: self-realisation. For all superficial decadence, degradation and debauchery, a little deeper his life has a genuine Beauty. It's a work of art. Except for a short time towards the end, Dorian is never a fake, a poser or a humbug. Whatever he does, however immoral, despicable and vicious by the common (and commonplace!) standards of society, Dorian remains true to himself and his nature. For my part, a most fascinating and inspiring character, if not exactly likable and not a little frightening as well.

A curious parallel with Wagner's Tannhaeuser can be drawn here. Passing over one of Oscar's poorest attempts for a joke at the expense of Wagner's music - "It is so loud that one can talk the whole time without other people hearing what one says." - his casual mentioning that Dorian closely identified himself with the ill-fated knight from the eponymous opera is surely not accidental. On the surface Dorian Gray does look like an ordinary Victorian morality tale: if you lead a dissolute life, you will be severely punished. I don't think this is the case, though. For why does Dorian, figuratively speaking, end in the gutter? Simply because he tries, at least according to social standards, to be good and virtuous and noble and all that kind of stuff. He tries to go against his nature. Pretty much the same happens with the poor Tannhaeuser. The fool searches for solace and consolation in religion and God as well as in Elisabeth's saintly love, whereas his heart truly lies in the kingdom of Venus where an endless celebration of everything sensual in our nature takes place.

(To continue the opera thread a little bit, Mozart's Don Giovanni presents an interesting example of the opposite case. Or so, at least, seems at first glance. It is true that the rake, having led a fabulously dissolute life, is punished with a vengeance. But the important point to appreciate is that he defies all supernatural forces that demand penitence. Thus in the end Don Juan defies the conventional morality, too. And he is even more inspiring a figure than Dorian Gray.)

It is a tribute to Oscar Wilde's genius - unlike many others who boast about it, Oscar really did have genius - that Dorian Gray makes so absorbing and engrossing a read for somebody who doesn't in the least share his Beauty worship or ''Art for Art's Sake'' motto. For I certainly don't. For my part, Somerset Maugham's notions about beauty as a ''full stop'', a powerful and exquisite yet fleeting and useless sensation, are much more sensible. For Maugham ''Art for Art's Sake'' was no more than ''gin for gin's sake'', an opium for aesthetes and intellectual snobs, certainly not to be despised, but nowhere near an absolute value worthy of making life worth existing. There is nothing wrong with escapism as long as it is not the only way.

Yet, strangely, Maugham's and Wilde's notions have more in common than it seems at first glance, and they ultimately boil down to very similar things. For Maugham the value of art lies in the right action, and right action is the one that brings you closer to self-realisation. The only beauty he could praise highly later in his life was the beauty of a life lived to the full, which simply means one making the most of one's gifts, such as they are. In Dorian Gray, despite his completely different state of mind, Oscar appears to reach the very same conclusion, namely that no Beauty and no work of art are greater than the perfect life. Once and only once did Dorian betray his nature. He never had a chance for another mistake. This is an over-dramatization for the purposes of fiction, of course, but the parallel with the so-called ''real life'' is obvious, and just as relevant today.

Wilde's is a strange fiction: completely unrealistic yet, psychologically, remarkably true to life. Pretty much the same is true about Maugham as well; only he was far more realistic, although he never really was a realist, and his "major drawback" is socially dated plots, rather than deliberate artificiality. Indeed, Willie and Oscar would make an absorbing study in contrasts, and surprising similarities, but it is not here the place to elaborate on that.**

Finally, what about morality? Well, one of Oscar's most famous epigrams on the subject comes from ''The Preface'':

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.

If I am allowed to paraphrase, I would say that the value of Dorian Gray can be distilled as follows: ''There is no such thing as moral and immoral life. Lives are well lived and badly lived. It all depends on the degree of self-realisation one achieves. That is all.'' Of course this is by no means all. There is much, much more in Dorian Gray to muse over. But this will have to wait until the next reading.

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* Compare with the following line from Somerset Maugham's play Caesar's Wife:

Why do we all call him Henry? Why does Henry suit him so admirably? If he had charm we would naturally call him Harry.

** Still, consider the following note Maugham jotted down in 1901. He was 27 at the time and still very much under the influence of Wilde's aesthetic views. Unlike "Art's for Art's Sake", this view remained with Maugham much longer, though late in his life it was viewed with some suspicion, too:

The only morality, so far as the individual is concerned, is to give his instincts, mental and bodily, free play. In this lies the aesthetic beauty of a career, and in this respect the lives of Cesare Borgia and of Francis of Assisi are parallel. Each fulfilled his character and nothing more can be demanded from any man. The world, judging only of the effect of action upon itself, has called one infamous and the other saintly.

Note on the Penguin Classics edition.

It reprints the revised version of the text, first published in book form in 1891 by Ward, Lock & Co. As pointed out by the editor, the major difference with the first version that had appeared in the Lippincott's Magazine on the previous year is the degree of intimacy between the male characters. All relevant differences between both versions are noted in the notes and the reader can judge their importance for himself. For my part, none of the changes alters the character of the novel: even in the ''uncensored'' version of the work Oscar has quite another fish to fry than mere homoerotic play. It is also worth noting that in 1891 Wilde added a great deal of new material. The 13 chapters of the original were extended to 20 (chapters III, V, and XVII to XVIII are entirely new, and the last chapter is split into two) and there are many other minor additions/omissions.

In addition to the many revisions of the original text, the notes also explore many of Wilde's allusions, hints, metaphors and other subtle ways to say more than it seems. Some charmingly obscure words are revealed as well. How could one know that "hautbois" means simply an "oboe". On the whole, the notes are not too excessive to accompany the first reading of the book, although on occasion they do become irksome.

One silly mistake in the notes should be noted, as it is likely to slightly enrage classical music lovers. The nineteenth-century Russian pianist and composer who is referred to in the last note to Chapter XIV is "Anton" Rubinstein, not "Artur". No relationship with the great Polish pianist from the twentieth century whose name indeed was Arthur Rubinstein.

The contemporary reviews included in Appendix I make a rather fascinating reading. Most of them harshly condemn the book for being some kind of immoral and totally mediocre junk. More than a century later, it is just about impossible to see what so outraged the virtuous Victorians; even the bolder ''uncensored'' version can make blush only the most pathological prudes. There are, however, few reviews (one of them by Walter Pater himself) which are rather positive and praise the book for its power and atmosphere.

The two introductions are interesting and informative pieces, but both suffer from the favourite writing style of the critics: monstrously dry and appallingly high-handed. The best one can say about Messrs Mighall and Ackroyd is that they at least don't attach inordinate importance to the homoerotic hints.

The Chronology is well-done. The Bibliography less so. I am always dismayed when in such cases a writer's works are mentioned briefly with several collected editions and a much greater space is dedicated to biographies and, of course, criticism. Who is this book lover who would prefer reading literary criticism over literature? ( )

Always loved Wilde, not only for his great gift of writing, but for his dominating personality. He had no time for anyone who was not down with his mission: art for art's sake, beauty in all forms for its own end. It seems obvious now, but it was completely revolutionary at the time. ( )

Wilde's horror story is a classic and so familiar that it may not seem worth reading. Everyone probably knows the general plot: Dorian Gray acquires a portrait that ages for him, ensuring that he will always remain young and handsome.

What I didn't realize until I read the novel is that the portrait also shows the effects of Gray's sins. Gray figures this out early on when he cruelly jilts his fiancee and she commits suicide; the portrait's face changes to reflect the cruelty of this act, but Gray's actual face remains unmarked and innocent. This allows Gray to live a life of debauchery without consequences. Wilde doesn't go into detail about what Gray's debaucheries were, only that they must be horrendous because he ruined many young lives, men and women, as a result. Certainly, I wanted to know more and felt a bit cheated by Wilde's vague hints on the subject.

The writing is quite witty in some parts, but it doesn't show the polish or biting satire of Wilde's plays, particularly The Importance of Being Earnest, my favorite work by Wilde. Wilde seems to go off the rails at some points, as in a chapter cataloguing in way too much detail Gray's various hedonistic obsessions. And I wasn't pleased that it was a book that sparked Gray's experiments in hedonism. But The Picture of Dorian Gray is a worthy read, particularly because it is a lot more -- and a lot more horrific -- than the story I thought I knew. ( )

The Pictures of Dorian Gray, Words by Oscar Wilde, Art by Gareth Jones, Designed by John Morgan. Published by Four Corners Books

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The characters in the novel are fascinating. Dorian is a beautiful, empty headed boy ripe to be filled with Lord Henry's ever-flowing thoughts and ideas. The lesson to be learned is clear as we see Dorian's growing obsession with remaining young and beautiful grow as we witness other character's fixation with beauty and youth imprint and influence his mind. His deepest desire is granted and his spiral downwards is as fascinating to behold as it is grotesque. ( )

Fantastically good read!! Thought this book may have dated and been difficult to read. I was very wrong. This is an excellent read that really draws the reader in and does not allow them to escape until the end! Thoroughly recommend it. ( )

I always tried to stay away from people who wanted to tell me the story of Dorian Gray. It was my wish to discover it myself. And it was worth waiting for and hiding from certain people. The story overwhelmed me with its outspokenness, its cruelty and sadness. I was surprised how absorbing the book was. I hardly could put it out of my hands; just in the middle is a part hard to overcome, but is well worth doing so. I just sometimes wish, Lord Henry and his advice would have come earlier to me, it maybe would have made things easier. But there is a certain time for everything, just when you are ready for it.
A masterpiece from one of the most fascinating characters in life and literature - Oscar Wilde. ( )

This was pretty painful to start with since it seemed like Wilde could not resist a zinger. The first chapters with Wotton are like Monty Python's Oscar Wilde sketch. However, once Gray sees the first change in the portrait, the novel becomes a ruthless criticism of everything. Wilde does not even spare himself. The descriptive passages of London at night and the interior decor are quite lush. (Also, it amazes me that people were sufficiently in awe of Huysman's Against Nature that it could be posited as morally poisoning a reader.) This is a variation on Dostoyevsky's if God does not exist, everythng is permitted. If one does not age, then one will act like everything is permitted. Wilde shows, however, that the cult of Art (for which he bore some responsibility) can never be a foundation for a right existence. Everything will pass. What does not? What should remain? ( )