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348 pages, Paperback
Published January 1, 1954
LORD ILLINGWORTH: Men marry because they are tired; women because they are curious. Both are disappointed.
GERALD: But don’t you think one can be happy when one is married?
LORD ILLINGWORTH: Perfectly happy. But the happiness of a married man, my dear Gerald, depends on the people he has not married.
GERALD: But if one is in love?
LORD ILLINGWORTH: One should always be in love. That is the reason one should never marry.
GERALD: Love is a very wonderful thing, isn’t it?
LORD ILLINGWORTH: When one is in love one begins by deceiving oneself. And one ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
Moderation is a fatal thing, Lady Hunstanton. Nothing succeeds like excess.
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That is his.
The Importance of Being Earnest naturally titles the collection. It’s undoubtedly the best of them. I picked it up after seeing a clip of the National Theatre’s fantastic production with Ncuti Gatwa and Hugh Skinner online that I am so devastated that I cannot see in full. It’s so fun and silly. It’s truly the best of Wilde’s humour.
Lady Windermere’s Fan felt dull, I’m afraid, but it was destined to as it followed up Earnest. However, both it and A Woman of No Importance very beautifully show the unfairness of judgement and morality and the humility of mothers. Mrs Arbuthnot’s monologue in Act IV of the latter was absolutely devastating: “How could I repent of my sin when you, my love, were its fruit” (p. 225).
An Ideal Husband ups the ante with a web of political schemes and blackmail. It was written at the same time as Earnest, and I believe this period represents the height of Wilde’s ability. Also occurring at this time was the climax of Wilde’s affaire with Bosie Douglas, which makes, as critics have suggested, a biographical reading very compelling:
"the most autobiographical of Wilde's plays, mirroring, as it does, his own situation of a double life and an incipient scandal with the emergence of terrible secrets. Whilst Lord Goring is a character with much of Wilde's own wit, insight and compassion, Gertrude Chiltern can be seen as a portrait of Constance [his wife].”
As meritable as the collection is, I could not help getting somewhat bored with it. The plays are banal characteristically: a mystery of birth/past, Wilde’s certain style of humour, the same banter about the badness of good people and the goodness of bad people, and, of course, the dandy self-insert character of Wilde (Algernon, Darlington, Illingworth, Goring) that seemed to make its way into every play only to make the same nonsense witticisms—and one can only handle so many Wildean witticisms before they go from charming to annoying. The prevailing theme of each play also appears to be generally the same: to beware the unjustness of judgement and morality. I enjoyed each work, but as I read the same content over and over again, I could not but roll my eyes.
Salomé holds a very special place in my heart. It’s one of the first pieces of literature that I freely read, and I always become a little nostalgic when I hear her brought up. I was positively obsessed. I absolutely loved the absurdity and the melodrama of the work. I think the illustrations by Aubrey Beardsley perfectly illustrate the artistic vision. Indeed, I think it is rather the artistic vision that I am taken with than the text itself. Wilde’s choice to rewrite this biblical tale of filial duty as, instead, a demented and perverse infatuation is… odd, but I’m not sure if it’s necessarily disagreeable. It’s been much praised for granting agency to Salomé, who might otherwise be viewed as only a pawn. It is also what adds the signature Decadent touch to the story. Agreeable or not, I’ll always love this play, if not for its own merits, then at least for the nostalgia.