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Miscellanies by Oscar Wilde
(St. James's Gazette, June 26, 1890.)
To the Editor of the St. James's Gazette.
SIR,-I have read your criticism of my story, The Picture of Dorian Gray; and I need hardly say that I do not propose to discuss its merits or demerits, its personalities or its lack of personality. England is a free country, and ordinary English criticism is perfectly free and easy. Besides, I must admit that, either from temperament or taste, or from both, I am quite incapable of understanding how any work of art can be criticised from a moral standpoint. The sphere of art and the sphere of ethics are absolutely distinct and separate; and it is to the confusion between the two that we owe the appearance of Mrs. Grundy, that amusing old lady who represents the only original form of humour that the middle classes of this country have been able to produce.
What I do object to most strongly is that you should have placarded the town with posters on which was printed in large letters:-
MR. OSCAR WILDE'S
LATEST ADVERTISEMENT:
A BAD CASE.
Whether the expression 'A Bad Case' refers to my book or to the present position of the Government, I cannot tell. What was silly and unnecessary was the use of the term 'advertisement.'
I think I may say without vanity-though I do not wish to appear to run vanity down-that of all men in England I am the one who requires least advertisement. I am tired to death of being advertised-I feel no thrill when I see my name in a paper. The chronicle does not interest me any more. I wrote this book entirely for my own pleasure, and it gave me very great pleasure to write it. Whether it becomes popular or not is a matter of absolute indifference to me. I am afraid, Sir, that the real advertisement is your cleverly written article. The English public, as a mass, takes no interest in a work of art until it is told that the work in question is immoral, and your réclame will, I have no doubt, largely increase the sale of the magazine; in which sale I may mention with some regret, I have no pecuniary interest.-I remain, Sir, your obedient servant, OSCAR WILDE.
16 TITE STREET, CHELSEA, June 25.
Le Portrait de Dorian Gray est un roman d'Oscar Wilde, publié en 1890 et écrit dans le contexte de l'époque victorienne. L'auteur y inclut des thèmes relevant de l'esthétique tels que l'art, la beauté, la jeunesse, la morale, l'hédonisme, etc. Le roman est fantastique, mais aussi philosophique, et met en lumière la personnalité équivoque du dandy irlandais ainsi que le courant décadentiste, ce qui suscite de virulents échanges de lettres entre Wilde et plusieurs journaux très critiques jugeant l'œuvre « répugnante ». C'est également l'unique roman de Wilde dans toute sa carrière.
Het portret van Dorian Gray (Engelstalige titel The Picture of Dorian Gray) is de enige gepubliceerde roman van Oscar Wilde, en voor het eerst uitgebracht in Engeland in 1890. Het boek verscheen in 1893 in een Nederlandse vertaling van Elisabeth Couperus-Baud. Haar echtgenoot Louis Couperus had het boek rechtstreeks van Oscar Wilde ontvangen, en zij was er diep van onder de indruk.
The Happy Prince and Other Tales (sometimes called The Happy Prince and Other Stories) is a collection of stories for children by Oscar Wilde first published in May 1888. It contains five stories: "The Happy Prince", "The Nightingale and the Rose", "The Selfish Giant", "The Devoted Friend", and "The Remarkable Rocket".
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