This book is truly representative of dystopia, not just of the protagonist Dorian Gray, a young man from London whose life is marred by his actions- or what art has made him do. His portrait painted by Basil Hallward the painter has caused Gray to be obsessed with self-love and made him a slave of his senses. He tries his best to be good but the novel is written to give no room for virtuous behavior. Lord Henry is my favorite character, especially because of his epigrams. They moved me and made me fall for his tricks. There is verity in some and falsity in some others. I do not completely agree with what Lord Henry proposes every time but I will say this- he is a master schmoozer. He just knows how to captivate his listeners- be it an official event or an informal party. He is the one who considers Dorian’s youth as his greatest asset and thinks that he should always remain as such and never change. The plot of the novel turns out to be morbid in the middle and the actions of Gray haunt him and his picture, even more.
Wilde describes beauty beautifully; he is a master writer and knows just the way to write to keep the pages turning for his readers. I took a long time reading this book than usual because I loved it so much that I wanted to absorb every piece of information in those pages. It was simple something that you don’t read every day- this is a special one so save it for some occasion. The book makes the men and the men make the book; at least this is true for the most part. It seriously makes me think that in the age the book was written, it was a bold attempt by Oscar Wilde to let out such strong feelings between friends who are men.
The description of the painting by Basil Hallward is such a wonder in itself- I read the melody in Wilde’s writing. It makes us miss life in 1890 when the characters lived. It is truly an age you want to be in at least to enjoy the enchanting parties and charming people described by Wilde. The climax of the novel is morbid again but a justification was beautifully provided so there’s no need to worry if you are a stern moralist. I am surprised that this is the only novel Mr Wilde had authored; I seriously wish he were alive. I won’t say more about the novel, read it yourself and get carried away to another age.