H. Montgomery Hyde’s biography of Oscar Wilde is exhaustive, heavily laced with long quotations from letters, articles, and written recollections by, to, or about Wilde and his works. Hyde traces Wilde from a brief history of his ancestry and his parents’ lives in Ireland, through his schoolboy years and his time at Trinity and Magdalen, to the height of his fame in the London theatre and its swift change to infamy with his libel suit against Queensberry, his subsequent imprisonment, his final years as an exile in Europe, his death in Paris, and beyond, to the author’s personal attendance at the ceremony held on the 50th anniversary of Wilde’s death.
While he covers everything minutely, Hyde is leery of drawing conclusions about motives, relationships, and personal feelings, which is perhaps a blessing, as he seems to firmly believe homosexual behavior is the result of a pathology and doesn’t seem entirely averse to the idea of it being treated as criminal, even as he seems sympathetic to Wilde’s suffering on trial and in prison. His views on that subject seem to be the cause for the few places where he does attempt to draw conclusions about motive and personal feelings: the early parts of the book are sprinkled with examples that Hyde uses to stereotypically demonstrate that Wilde was attracted to women and can’t possibly have been (entirely) homosexual –though he freely applies the term to many of Wilde’s contemporaries. He is also dismissive (though he does make mention) of a few possible male partners Wilde may have had before marrying Constance Lloyd, to whom, he insists, Wilde was very attracted. These attempts all culminate with several pages at the end of Part One, in which Hyde declares the sole reason for Wilde’s homosexual experimentation was that he had contracted syphilis, which put a (he claims) reluctant end to physical relations with his wife, leaving him no outlet but other men.
Hyde also seems to have met and interviewed Alfred Douglas while he was still alive, and his almost complete lack of comment on that individual—other than a quote from the interview in which Douglas affirms that of course he and Wilde never had sex—do make the book seem to lack something. Still, it is extensive, and quotations and factual information given can allow the readers to begin to draw their own conclusions about Wilde’s life and loves.