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Beautiful but stylistically enraging
on 7 July 2014
I know I know I've only given it 3 stars (how could I?!) don't get me wrong, I love Wilde, no-one can turn a phrase better, and the plot is of course engaging; a classic. I just feel that he's better with brevity. Plays, poems and letters he does well, but a novel is a platform he should not be given as he does literally wax lyrical for pages at a time in a manner that, while technically impressive, feels self-important, even (aptly) narcissistic. I have no doubt that conceit is an author's prerogative, but after four (or was it five?) pages of in-depth description of each and every object in the extensive collection bought by Mr Gray over his life I did feel like Wilde was just, well, showing off. At first it was interesting, then it was tongue-in-cheek, then it was boring, then it was vulgar.
But honestly though, you should actually read it. Dickens didn't know when start new sentences and Shakespeare made up his own words but that hasn't stopped them.