"They knew that Life gains from art not merely spirituality, depth of thought and feeling, soul-turmoil or soul-peace, but that she can form herself on the very lines and colours of art, and can reproduce the dignity of Pheidias as well as the grace of Praxiteles. Hence came their objection to realism. They disliked it on purely social grounds. They felt that it inevitably makes people ugly, and they were perfectly right."
WILD FOR WILDE
I can't think of Oscar Wilde without remembering an incident with my family, whereby I forced them to accompany me to Oscar Wilde's afternoon tea in Cafe Royal. They made me eat all the sandwiches; suffice to say, they didn't enjoy it. I was and still am obsessed with this man, for I owe him a great deal. I wasn't the same person after reading The Picture of Dorian Gray, I, a physics geek at the time, fell in love with fiction and never looked back. His words are encapsulating to say the least, his charm is unlike anyone else in the world , and his reflections on the human experience imprint a long-lasting change. In here he features Schopenhauer, Balzac, Dosteyovski, Rousseau, Thackeray and Rudyard Kipling - EEK!
DON'T MISS OUT ON HIS COMPANY
An absolute must, an absolute must. I'm so sad to have stopped being someone who is CURRENTLY READING OSCAR WILDE. Truly, he is a national treasure. Unfortunately, I can't unsee Stephen Fry as him ever since I saw the movie, which I absolutely recommend, but what a spectacular writer this man was. He gets away with being an absolutely unapologetic flamboyant writer with a flair that puts any other English author to shame, and he does ironically speak of the loss of joy that overcame literature at the time, how fashionable it became to be nihilistic, cold and depressed, not because of one's life philosophy but because of how the public would receive these pieces. He speaks of the authenticity of the artist like nothing I've seen, ever. He speaks of literature with the eye of a truly well-read critic who is absolutely in love with art and literature and who is truly frightened for its fate. Every sentence except for the last article, which was a love letter to Shakespeare, albeit a little too focused on the technical setup of the theatre, was better than the one before. I do think that Oscar Wilde is more of himself when he is writing fiction than when he's writing his essays but his way with words was like none other. It's magical being in his company, English charm at its best. With him, you get to understand what the term delicious writing really means.
TONGUE TYING SELECTED QUOTES
On (immorality):
"Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope."
On Presentation:
"The only way to atone for being occasionally a little over-dressed is by being always absolutely over-educated"
On Art:
"I hate vulgar realism in literature. The man who would call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one"
On Work and Life:
"I have always been of opinion that hard work is simply the refuge of people who have nothing to do"
On Oscar Wild:
"The only thing that sustains one through life is the consciousness of the immense inferiority of everybody else and this is a feeling I have always cultivated"
THE DECAY OF LYING
My absolute favourite part of the book, what a wonderful exchange between Cyril and Vivian to discuss the most current fashions of literature, political movements worth joining, nature and art, the self, the significance of the fascinating liar “Bored by the tedious and improving conversation of those who have neither the wit to exaggerate nor the genius to romance. Tired of the intelligent person whose reminiscences are always based upon memory, whose statements are invariably limited by probability, and who is at any time liable to be corroborated by the merest Philistine who happens to be present. Society sooner or later must return to its lost leader — the cultured and fascinating liar.”. On how life imitates art and the invention of a NEW TYPE "A great artist invents a type, and Life tries to copy it, to reproduce it in a popular form, like an enterprising publisher"
THE SOUL OF MAN UNDER SOCIALISM
Here we take a journey on his opinions on what it means to be poor or wealthy, loved by god or cursed, the aquuisition of private propety, the French vs the English with relation to liberty of art and thought and how much of a role should the government and public opinion account for in the life of artists, the answer of course is NONE whatsoever. The part on individualism and private propety felt slightly inauthentic to me, it's filled with great prose but Wilde was very much living amongst the aristocrats and enjoyed the good things in life, as he should but the following was one of my favourite, though idealistic, thoughts put forward in his essay:
"Under the new conditions Individualism will be far freer, far finer, and far more intensified than it is now. I am not talking of the great imaginatively-realised Individualism of such poets as I have mentioned, but of the great actual Individualism latent and potential in mankind generally. For the recognition of private property has really harmed Individualism, and obscured it, by confusing a man with what he possesses. It has led Individualism entirely astray. It has made gain not growth its aim. So that man thought that the important thing was to have, and did not know that the important thing is to be. The true perfection of man lies, not in what man has, but in what man is."
Honourable Quote Mentions - Page 36 and 37:
WE SAY REALITY FICTION MAKES FACT, OW SAYS:
"We are merely carrying out, with footnotes and unnecessary additions, the whim or fancy or creative vision of a great novelist"
WE SAY THRIVE DON'T SURVIVE, OW SAYS:
"We try to improve the conditions of the race by means of good air, free sunlight, wholesome water, and hideous bare buildings for the better housing of the lower orders. But these things merely produce health, they do not produce beauty. For this, Art is required"
WE SAY SHE LOVED READING THACKERY, OW SAYS:
"I once asked a lady, who knew Thackeray intimately"
WE SAY ARTISTS STEAL , OW SAYS & PLEASE NOTE HE TRACES ALL THE LITERARY MOVEMENTS TO THEIR ORIGINS, A THESIS REALLY:
"This interesting phenomenon, which always occurs after the appearance of a new edition of either of the books I have alluded to, is usually attributed to the influence of literature on the imagination. But this is a mistake. The imagination is essentially creative, and always seeks for a new form. The boy-burglar is simply the inevitable result of life’s imitative instinct. He is Fact, occupied as Fact usually is, with trying to reproduce Fiction, and what we see in him is repeated on an extended scale throughout the whole of life. Schopenhauer has analysed the pessimism that characterises modern thought, but Hamlet invented it. The world has become sad because a puppet was once melancholy. The Nihilist, that strange martyr who has no faith, who goes to the stake without enthusiasm, and dies for what he does not believe in, is a purely literary product. He was invented by Tourgénieff, and completed by Dostoieffski. Robespierre came out of the pages of Rousseau as surely as the People’s Palace rose out of the débris of a novel. Literature always anticipates life. It does not copy it, but moulds it to its purpose. The nineteenth century, as we know it, is largely an invention of Balzac.
Favourite Book Date
A perfect autumn day in Chelsea in a bench against the backdrop of a caramel coloured church. My favourite attempt to read this book was in a perfect Autumn Bloomsbury date where I met an incredible older woman called Diana Tyson, a researcher in French Medieval Literature. We met because she asked: What are you reading so enthusiastically?