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Oscar Wilde and myself. By: Lord Alfred Douglas
Lord Alfred Bruce Douglas (22 October 1870 - 20 March 1945), nicknamed Bosie, was a British author, poet, translator, and political commentator, better known as the friend and lover of Oscar Wilde. Much of his early poetry was Uranian in theme, though he tended, later in life, to distance himself from both Wilde's influence and his own role as a Uranian poet. Politically he would describe himself as "a strong Conservative of the 'Diehard' variety.Douglas was born at Ham Hill House in Powick, Worcestershire, the third son of John Douglas, 9th Marquess of Queensberry and his first wife Sibyl Montgomery. He was his mother's favourite child; she called him Bosie (a derivative of "boysie," as in boy), a nickname which stuck for the rest of his life.[2] His mother successfully sued for divorce in 1887 on the grounds of his father's adultery. The Marquess married Ethel Weeden in 1893 but the marriage was annulled the following year. Douglas was educated at Wixenford School, Winchester College (1884-88) and Magdalen College, Oxford (1889-93), which he left without obtaining a degree. At Oxford, he edited an undergraduate journal, The Spirit Lamp (1892-3), an activity that intensified the constant conflict between him and his father. Their relationship had always been a strained one and during the Queensberry-Wilde feud, Douglas sided with Wilde, even encouraging Wilde to prosecute the Marquess for libel. In 1893, Douglas had a brief affair with George Ives.
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92 books28 followersLord Alfred Bruce Douglas was an British author, poet and translator, better known as the intimate friend and lover of the writer Oscar Wilde. Much of his early poetry was Uranian in theme, though he tended, later in life, to distance himself from both Wilde's influence and his own role as a Uranian poet.
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December 4, 2025
It was really unexpected and astonishing to me to be confronted by a memoir which so clearly consisted of total blatant and hateful lies, as well as the purposely twisting of facts, as provided by ‘Bosie’, Lord Alfred Douglas, in this memoir about his life with Oscar Wilde.
Alfred Douglas met Oscar Wilde at Oxford when he was only 21 years old. Wilde was in his early 40s. They spent their life together almost immediately until Wilde died in 1900. Bosie was then 30 years old.
Bosie’s father, Sir John S. Douglas, 9th Marquess of Queensberry, undertook severe measures to end the relationship between Wilde and Bosie on the ground that it was severely damaging the reputation of both men and highly enraging to Queensberry himself. Bosie’s father was known as a very nasty person. This dispute which was fought out in court culminated in Wilde's eventual imprisonment, decline, and fall. Bosie viciously denies his homosexual relationship with Wilde, but it was ultimately due to their relationship that Wilde was imprisoned for gross indecency - a lesser charge handed down when proof that penetrative sex between men was lacking.
It is sure that the Marquess forced Bosie to write this memoir to deny that Oscar Wilde and his son had a homosexual relationship. He financed its publication. Thus, Bosie produced this memoir under the forthful insistence of his father.
Despite Bosie’s utterly malicious remarks about his close companion Oscar, you have to seriously wonder why Bosie himself does not contemplate at all on the fact that he spent almost ten years of his youthful life on someone who he was supposedly disgusted with. So why did he financially provide for Wilde upon his release from prison and lived with him until Oscar’s death in 1900? Throughout his account of their years together, Bosie repeats very often that he provided the money for their mutual living expenses and travels. Oscar had expensive habits and was supported by tens of thousands pounds per year by Bosie who obviously came from a very wealthy background and could care less how much he spent.
In spite of the continuous annoying flow of insults towards Oscar Wilde, I found it very interesting to read this obnoxious memoir. It is rare that you read such a hateful raving report on a relationship.
Alfred Douglas met Oscar Wilde at Oxford when he was only 21 years old. Wilde was in his early 40s. They spent their life together almost immediately until Wilde died in 1900. Bosie was then 30 years old.
Bosie’s father, Sir John S. Douglas, 9th Marquess of Queensberry, undertook severe measures to end the relationship between Wilde and Bosie on the ground that it was severely damaging the reputation of both men and highly enraging to Queensberry himself. Bosie’s father was known as a very nasty person. This dispute which was fought out in court culminated in Wilde's eventual imprisonment, decline, and fall. Bosie viciously denies his homosexual relationship with Wilde, but it was ultimately due to their relationship that Wilde was imprisoned for gross indecency - a lesser charge handed down when proof that penetrative sex between men was lacking.
It is sure that the Marquess forced Bosie to write this memoir to deny that Oscar Wilde and his son had a homosexual relationship. He financed its publication. Thus, Bosie produced this memoir under the forthful insistence of his father.
Despite Bosie’s utterly malicious remarks about his close companion Oscar, you have to seriously wonder why Bosie himself does not contemplate at all on the fact that he spent almost ten years of his youthful life on someone who he was supposedly disgusted with. So why did he financially provide for Wilde upon his release from prison and lived with him until Oscar’s death in 1900? Throughout his account of their years together, Bosie repeats very often that he provided the money for their mutual living expenses and travels. Oscar had expensive habits and was supported by tens of thousands pounds per year by Bosie who obviously came from a very wealthy background and could care less how much he spent.
In spite of the continuous annoying flow of insults towards Oscar Wilde, I found it very interesting to read this obnoxious memoir. It is rare that you read such a hateful raving report on a relationship.
November 13, 2019
Alfred Douglas was Oscar Wilde's lover, though in this book Douglas viciously denies this, and it was ultimately due to their relationship that Wilde was imprisoned for gross indecency - a lesser charge handed down when proof penetrative sex between men was lacking.
Douglas wrote Oscar Wilde and Myself in defense of himself after learning of Wilde's 50,000 word letter De Profundis. Douglas was, quite obviously, so enraged at how he had been recalled by Wilde in De Profundis - as vain and shallow - that he felt it necessary to attempt to utterly shred Wilde in any and every conceivable manner. It's funny that Douglas feels he was successful in this endeavor.
I can only assume that Douglas wrote this in a fit of anger. I have read that Douglas later wrote far more gently and even expressed some degree of regret at being so harsh about Oscar Wilde but this thing is the nastiest, most hateful, rage-filled bunch of detritus I've ever had the displeasure of reading. It was good though: full of hate but not a 'bad book' if one wishes to read some historical fare.
For the most part Douglas, lacking any deftness whatsoever, avoids defense of his own actions and involvement in the fall of Wilde and instead embarks on a zany analysis of everything aspect of Wilde. From Wilde's teeth to his clothing, to his ability to write poetry and prose, to at one point bitching that Wilde was thoughtful and considerate of others.
Douglas gives himself, his ignorance and his arrogance, away in little ways. He attempts to aggressively analyse, in depth, a majority of Wilde's poetry and subsequently attempts to build his own reputation by claiming that he is the better poet because Wilde told him one of his undergrad offerings was very good ("for an undergraduate"). He defends his flunking out of Oxford - apparently a stain on one's character that cannot be ignored even if no one knew about it before - by claiming that other great men (specifically Swinburne) also left with incomplete degrees.
Douglas defends his failure to help Wilde with his gross indecency trail by recounting how he sent letters to magazines to defend Wilde - only two of which, that I can find, were published: one, a poem, was published in a magazine of which Douglas was the editor, the other proclaimed that even though Wilde was 'vicious' (read: gay) people should be nice to him. That's some hardcore defendering, that is.
At one point he excuses all of his contributions to Wilde's imprisonment by proclaiming he was 'flattered' by Wilde. Douglas attacks Wilde on the basis that Wilde's parents were not Lords and Ladies - get a grip matey, he never actually said they were - at the same time saying he never put much stock in judging people by their parentage. He even goes so far as to question the existence of Wilde's other friends because he 'never met them' (I assume he believed in god though).
I have so many notes on the contradictory statements in this book that I just can't write a review that would give a good scope of what you would read in this. But suffice it to say this is an astoundingly hateful and incredibly interesting tome. As De Profundis was Wilde's feelings and perspective, so to is this Douglas'. The truth lay somewhere between the lines of the two books.
What came across most strongly in Oscar Wilde and Myself is Douglas not just constantly denying any romantic involvement with Wilde but describing Wilde's sexuality as filth, depraved, and of the utmost disgusting viciousness. Why spend 10 years (minus the two Wilde was in prison) as 'companion' to someone who so disgusts you? Why write all those clearly homosexual poems? Why be the sole provider for Wilde on his release? Why live with him until his death. Why write and respond to all those love letters?
I don't think Douglas disgusted himself, I think he was scared of the same fate as Wilde, and guilt. But when Douglas read De Profundis the shallowness obviously came rushing back like a tsunami.
Douglas married in 1902 but was divorced 10 years later. He died in 1945 aged 74. At least he had to live with himself and De Profundis for the remainder of his life. I sincerely hope he was able to find some peace with himself and his life with Wilde.
My rating: 4 acts of denial out of 5
Douglas wrote Oscar Wilde and Myself in defense of himself after learning of Wilde's 50,000 word letter De Profundis. Douglas was, quite obviously, so enraged at how he had been recalled by Wilde in De Profundis - as vain and shallow - that he felt it necessary to attempt to utterly shred Wilde in any and every conceivable manner. It's funny that Douglas feels he was successful in this endeavor.
I can only assume that Douglas wrote this in a fit of anger. I have read that Douglas later wrote far more gently and even expressed some degree of regret at being so harsh about Oscar Wilde but this thing is the nastiest, most hateful, rage-filled bunch of detritus I've ever had the displeasure of reading. It was good though: full of hate but not a 'bad book' if one wishes to read some historical fare.
For the most part Douglas, lacking any deftness whatsoever, avoids defense of his own actions and involvement in the fall of Wilde and instead embarks on a zany analysis of everything aspect of Wilde. From Wilde's teeth to his clothing, to his ability to write poetry and prose, to at one point bitching that Wilde was thoughtful and considerate of others.
Douglas gives himself, his ignorance and his arrogance, away in little ways. He attempts to aggressively analyse, in depth, a majority of Wilde's poetry and subsequently attempts to build his own reputation by claiming that he is the better poet because Wilde told him one of his undergrad offerings was very good ("for an undergraduate"). He defends his flunking out of Oxford - apparently a stain on one's character that cannot be ignored even if no one knew about it before - by claiming that other great men (specifically Swinburne) also left with incomplete degrees.
Douglas defends his failure to help Wilde with his gross indecency trail by recounting how he sent letters to magazines to defend Wilde - only two of which, that I can find, were published: one, a poem, was published in a magazine of which Douglas was the editor, the other proclaimed that even though Wilde was 'vicious' (read: gay) people should be nice to him. That's some hardcore defendering, that is.
At one point he excuses all of his contributions to Wilde's imprisonment by proclaiming he was 'flattered' by Wilde. Douglas attacks Wilde on the basis that Wilde's parents were not Lords and Ladies - get a grip matey, he never actually said they were - at the same time saying he never put much stock in judging people by their parentage. He even goes so far as to question the existence of Wilde's other friends because he 'never met them' (I assume he believed in god though).
I have so many notes on the contradictory statements in this book that I just can't write a review that would give a good scope of what you would read in this. But suffice it to say this is an astoundingly hateful and incredibly interesting tome. As De Profundis was Wilde's feelings and perspective, so to is this Douglas'. The truth lay somewhere between the lines of the two books.
What came across most strongly in Oscar Wilde and Myself is Douglas not just constantly denying any romantic involvement with Wilde but describing Wilde's sexuality as filth, depraved, and of the utmost disgusting viciousness. Why spend 10 years (minus the two Wilde was in prison) as 'companion' to someone who so disgusts you? Why write all those clearly homosexual poems? Why be the sole provider for Wilde on his release? Why live with him until his death. Why write and respond to all those love letters?
I don't think Douglas disgusted himself, I think he was scared of the same fate as Wilde, and guilt. But when Douglas read De Profundis the shallowness obviously came rushing back like a tsunami.
Douglas married in 1902 but was divorced 10 years later. He died in 1945 aged 74. At least he had to live with himself and De Profundis for the remainder of his life. I sincerely hope he was able to find some peace with himself and his life with Wilde.
My rating: 4 acts of denial out of 5
July 28, 2019
“Osservava [Oscar Wilde] ogni cosa da un’angolazione speciale; rivestiva gli oggetti più insignificanti di bellezza, meraviglia, terrore; dove gli altri vedevano delle arance, egli scorgeva dei pomi dorati.” — Alfred Douglas, Sorrento. Agosto 1895.
La mia non sarà una recensione, “Io e Oscar Wilde” non è né un romanzo né una tragedia o una commedia (anche se certe situazioni e fatti accaduti possono alludere alla seconda). La mia sarà una semplice riflessione, non giudicherò. È proprio per questo che ho deciso di menzionare quelle righe ancor prima di esprimere ciò che ho provato nel leggere questo libro.
“Io e Oscar Wilde” è un capolavoro crudo, terrificante e meraviglioso al tempo stesso. Lord Alfred è accecato dall’ira e dal dolore, a tratti riesce ad essere obiettivo e in altri troppo pomposo nei toni usati.
Douglas è stato di certo un uomo criptico e difficile da comprendere, la sua persona è forte e al tempo stesso fragile. Devo ammetterlo, a volte ho trovato difficile continuare. Malgrado egli dica di non voler attaccare e disonorare l’onore e la persona di Oscar Wilde, le sue frasi e i suoi toni alludono ad altro.
Quella di Oscar Wilde e Lord Alfred è una storia d’amore tragica (non userò il termine “amicizia platonica” per il semplice motivo che non lo è mai stata), lo dice lo stesso Oscar in una delle sue lettere a Lord Alfred: “Ogni grande amore ha avuto la sua tragedia, ed ora il nostro ha la sua.”
Ma se quello di Wilde e Lord Alfred è stato un amore tragico e passionale, è indiscutibile dire che il loro rapporto è stato anche ricco di malintesi.
Lord Alfred attacca Oscar, lo fa muovendo accuse sulla sua persona, sul suo intelletto e su tutti i suoi capolavori eccetto per “La ballata del carcere di Reading” (componimento scritto durante gli anni trascorsi in carcere). Cita grandi critici e lo fa in modo agghiacciante e cinico, si schiera dalla loro parte e analizza tutte le poesie, le prose e le idee di Oscar sottolineando però di farlo sempre in modo oggettivo. Tuttavia, non posso fare a meno di credere che tutte queste accuse siano smosse dal sentimento di disperazione e tormento che Lord Alfred ha provato a causa di Robert Ross e del “De profundis”.
Il De Profundis è certamente la mia opera preferita di Oscar Wilde. Essa è una lunga lettera indirizzata a Lord Alfred. Wilde, quando decise di scriverla, si trovava nel carcere di Reading. Mi piace pensare che il motivo per cui scrisse questa lettera è stato lo stesso che ha spinto Lord Alfred a scrivere “Io e Oscar Wilde”. Entrambi i due amanti si sono trovanti difronte a sentimenti contrastanti di amore e odio; nelle pagine che compongono entrambe le opere vi sono chiari riferimenti alla passione che entrambi hanno provato l’uno per l’altra. Un amore che è sfociato ineluttabilmente in dolore. Entrambe le accuse dei due amanti sono a tratti contraddittorie, Lord Alfred giura di non aver mai provato per Oscar ciò che il poeta sperava che provasse. Informa il lettore che le sue intenzioni non sono mai state le stesse, che quasi provava antipatia e fastidio verso le azioni di Oscar Wilde. Se Lord Alfred spariva per qualche ora e non informava Oscar del motivo della sua assenza, quest’ultimo metteva a soqquadro l’albergo e tutti i dipendenti affinché lo trovassero. Eppure nelle lettere e interviste che scrisse prima di conoscere la verità sulla natura del De Profundis Lord Alfred ha sempre difeso le intenzioni di Oscar Wilde, non ha mai criticato l’amore che quell’uomo provava per lui. Anzi, lo lusingava e lo ringraziava di tali gesti.
E poi vi è una questione che mi ha fatto riflettere molto.
In “Io e Oscar Wilde” Lord Alfred dipinge Oscar come un uomo morboso e ossessionato da lui, un uomo che era stato catturato dalla bellezza e dal fascino di un giovane ragazzo. Lord Alfred rimpiange i momenti trascorsi prima della sua conoscenza, all’inizio del libro sottolinea come Oscar abbia abusato della sua giovane età per ammaliarlo e plasmarlo come meglio credeva. Eppure alla fine del libro Alfred narra di come non abbia mai voluto quegli anni indietro.
Mi piace pensare che questo l’abbia scritto solo ed esclusivamente dopo essersi accertato che la difesa che aveva scritto per Oscar Wilde durante gli anni di prigionia contenenti lettere e confessioni di Lord Alfred stesso fossero perdute. Ciononostante, questo non è accaduto e oggi abbiamo la fortuna di conservare quelle parole. È inutile dire che ho pianto.
Fino ai suoi ultimi giorni di vita, Lord Alfred ha tenuto con sé la verità sui sentimenti che provava per il suo Oscar. Se in “Io e Oscar Wilde” ho immaginato un uomo amareggiato che non è mai riuscito ad accettare la propria omosessualità, nella difesa che Lord Alfred scrisse a Sorrento nel 1895 mi sono trovata difronte a una persona completamente differente.
“Ne ho avuto abbastanza di obbedire a convinzioni che il mio cuore detesta. [...] Non voglio “conquistare il mondo e perdere l’anima”. Finché sono giovane e coraggioso, lasciatemi mettere da parte l’onestà e dichiarare che sono fiero di essere quello che sono, fiero di essere amato da un grand’uomo e fiero di aver sofferto per lui.”
Le sue sono parole coraggiose. Lord Alfred era disposto ad annunciare pubblicamente il suo amore per Oscar sfidando le leggi disumane che vigevano a quel tempo. Alfred cita Platone, Marlowe, Shakespeare, Michelangelo e tanti altri uomini che hanno avuto il coraggio di mostrare al mondo ciò che provavano. La sua è indubbiamente una difesa a favore di Oscar Wilde ma è anche una confessione al suo Io più remoto. Lord Alfred denuncia la Corona e lo fa senza scrupoli, attacca tutti coloro che credono che un uomo non possa amare un altro uomo allo stesso modo in cui un uomo può amare una donna. E io non posso fare a meno di ammirarlo.
Per concludere, mi addolora sapere che per anni Douglas sia stato odiato e deriso sia dai nemici che dagli amici di Oscar. Malgrado le sue critiche siano state pesanti non posso condannare Lord Alfred per difendersi dalle calunnie di uomini assetati di fama. È inutile dire che Alfred e Oscar abbiano provato un amore e una passione che va oltre ciò che si può immaginare. E nonostante i litigi e le accuse, non posso fare a meno di credere che sia Alfred che Oscar si siano amati fino alla fine. Non credo a Dio né all’aldilà, ma spero che entrambi si siano ricongiunti e abbiano compreso che ciò che hanno provato sia stato più forte di ogni altra cosa.
La mia non sarà una recensione, “Io e Oscar Wilde” non è né un romanzo né una tragedia o una commedia (anche se certe situazioni e fatti accaduti possono alludere alla seconda). La mia sarà una semplice riflessione, non giudicherò. È proprio per questo che ho deciso di menzionare quelle righe ancor prima di esprimere ciò che ho provato nel leggere questo libro.
“Io e Oscar Wilde” è un capolavoro crudo, terrificante e meraviglioso al tempo stesso. Lord Alfred è accecato dall’ira e dal dolore, a tratti riesce ad essere obiettivo e in altri troppo pomposo nei toni usati.
Douglas è stato di certo un uomo criptico e difficile da comprendere, la sua persona è forte e al tempo stesso fragile. Devo ammetterlo, a volte ho trovato difficile continuare. Malgrado egli dica di non voler attaccare e disonorare l’onore e la persona di Oscar Wilde, le sue frasi e i suoi toni alludono ad altro.
Quella di Oscar Wilde e Lord Alfred è una storia d’amore tragica (non userò il termine “amicizia platonica” per il semplice motivo che non lo è mai stata), lo dice lo stesso Oscar in una delle sue lettere a Lord Alfred: “Ogni grande amore ha avuto la sua tragedia, ed ora il nostro ha la sua.”
Ma se quello di Wilde e Lord Alfred è stato un amore tragico e passionale, è indiscutibile dire che il loro rapporto è stato anche ricco di malintesi.
Lord Alfred attacca Oscar, lo fa muovendo accuse sulla sua persona, sul suo intelletto e su tutti i suoi capolavori eccetto per “La ballata del carcere di Reading” (componimento scritto durante gli anni trascorsi in carcere). Cita grandi critici e lo fa in modo agghiacciante e cinico, si schiera dalla loro parte e analizza tutte le poesie, le prose e le idee di Oscar sottolineando però di farlo sempre in modo oggettivo. Tuttavia, non posso fare a meno di credere che tutte queste accuse siano smosse dal sentimento di disperazione e tormento che Lord Alfred ha provato a causa di Robert Ross e del “De profundis”.
Il De Profundis è certamente la mia opera preferita di Oscar Wilde. Essa è una lunga lettera indirizzata a Lord Alfred. Wilde, quando decise di scriverla, si trovava nel carcere di Reading. Mi piace pensare che il motivo per cui scrisse questa lettera è stato lo stesso che ha spinto Lord Alfred a scrivere “Io e Oscar Wilde”. Entrambi i due amanti si sono trovanti difronte a sentimenti contrastanti di amore e odio; nelle pagine che compongono entrambe le opere vi sono chiari riferimenti alla passione che entrambi hanno provato l’uno per l’altra. Un amore che è sfociato ineluttabilmente in dolore. Entrambe le accuse dei due amanti sono a tratti contraddittorie, Lord Alfred giura di non aver mai provato per Oscar ciò che il poeta sperava che provasse. Informa il lettore che le sue intenzioni non sono mai state le stesse, che quasi provava antipatia e fastidio verso le azioni di Oscar Wilde. Se Lord Alfred spariva per qualche ora e non informava Oscar del motivo della sua assenza, quest’ultimo metteva a soqquadro l’albergo e tutti i dipendenti affinché lo trovassero. Eppure nelle lettere e interviste che scrisse prima di conoscere la verità sulla natura del De Profundis Lord Alfred ha sempre difeso le intenzioni di Oscar Wilde, non ha mai criticato l’amore che quell’uomo provava per lui. Anzi, lo lusingava e lo ringraziava di tali gesti.
E poi vi è una questione che mi ha fatto riflettere molto.
In “Io e Oscar Wilde” Lord Alfred dipinge Oscar come un uomo morboso e ossessionato da lui, un uomo che era stato catturato dalla bellezza e dal fascino di un giovane ragazzo. Lord Alfred rimpiange i momenti trascorsi prima della sua conoscenza, all’inizio del libro sottolinea come Oscar abbia abusato della sua giovane età per ammaliarlo e plasmarlo come meglio credeva. Eppure alla fine del libro Alfred narra di come non abbia mai voluto quegli anni indietro.
Mi piace pensare che questo l’abbia scritto solo ed esclusivamente dopo essersi accertato che la difesa che aveva scritto per Oscar Wilde durante gli anni di prigionia contenenti lettere e confessioni di Lord Alfred stesso fossero perdute. Ciononostante, questo non è accaduto e oggi abbiamo la fortuna di conservare quelle parole. È inutile dire che ho pianto.
Fino ai suoi ultimi giorni di vita, Lord Alfred ha tenuto con sé la verità sui sentimenti che provava per il suo Oscar. Se in “Io e Oscar Wilde” ho immaginato un uomo amareggiato che non è mai riuscito ad accettare la propria omosessualità, nella difesa che Lord Alfred scrisse a Sorrento nel 1895 mi sono trovata difronte a una persona completamente differente.
“Ne ho avuto abbastanza di obbedire a convinzioni che il mio cuore detesta. [...] Non voglio “conquistare il mondo e perdere l’anima”. Finché sono giovane e coraggioso, lasciatemi mettere da parte l’onestà e dichiarare che sono fiero di essere quello che sono, fiero di essere amato da un grand’uomo e fiero di aver sofferto per lui.”
Le sue sono parole coraggiose. Lord Alfred era disposto ad annunciare pubblicamente il suo amore per Oscar sfidando le leggi disumane che vigevano a quel tempo. Alfred cita Platone, Marlowe, Shakespeare, Michelangelo e tanti altri uomini che hanno avuto il coraggio di mostrare al mondo ciò che provavano. La sua è indubbiamente una difesa a favore di Oscar Wilde ma è anche una confessione al suo Io più remoto. Lord Alfred denuncia la Corona e lo fa senza scrupoli, attacca tutti coloro che credono che un uomo non possa amare un altro uomo allo stesso modo in cui un uomo può amare una donna. E io non posso fare a meno di ammirarlo.
Per concludere, mi addolora sapere che per anni Douglas sia stato odiato e deriso sia dai nemici che dagli amici di Oscar. Malgrado le sue critiche siano state pesanti non posso condannare Lord Alfred per difendersi dalle calunnie di uomini assetati di fama. È inutile dire che Alfred e Oscar abbiano provato un amore e una passione che va oltre ciò che si può immaginare. E nonostante i litigi e le accuse, non posso fare a meno di credere che sia Alfred che Oscar si siano amati fino alla fine. Non credo a Dio né all’aldilà, ma spero che entrambi si siano ricongiunti e abbiano compreso che ciò che hanno provato sia stato più forte di ogni altra cosa.
March 3, 2013
I thoroughly enjoyed this book. Though half the time it seemed like Lord Alfred complained about Oscar and made him seem cold hearted, it was still refreshing to read his point of view. I definitely recommend this book to Oscar Wilde fans or those curious about Lord Alfred.
April 25, 2024
welp. brucie really was in love w himself
October 8, 2014
I finished this book a while ago and marked it off. I am hesitant to review it too closely, as later in life Lord Alfred Douglas himself regretted much that he had written here, and his anger at Wilde that's present in this particular volume. Bosie's later biographies and his letters to Shaw reveal a great deal more about how he really felt and how he related to Wilde than his book does.
August 28, 2018
Fresh from losing a libel case as the plaintiff (which bankrupted him), Lord Douglas writes a tirade against Oscar Wilde. This is Bosie at his petulant, sanctimonious, and hypocritical best (all the traits he accuses Wilde of possessing). A decade later after serving six months in prison for libel as the defendent, Bosie begins to soften toward Oscar in two later memoirs.
October 3, 2015
Παρόλο που προσπάθησα πολύ:Κανένα ελαφρυντικό για τον Alfred Douglas λυπάμαι.
Η όλη ιστορια αποδεικνύει το πόσο τυφλός ειναι ο έρωτας. Για να είμαι όμως δίκαιη και ο Oscar Wilde και ο Bosie ήταν θύματα της εποχής τους.Αν ζούσαν σήμερα....
Η όλη ιστορια αποδεικνύει το πόσο τυφλός ειναι ο έρωτας. Για να είμαι όμως δίκαιη και ο Oscar Wilde και ο Bosie ήταν θύματα της εποχής τους.Αν ζούσαν σήμερα....
December 26, 2023
uma estrela porque menos não dá.
May 7, 2025
I'm one of few people who doesn't hate Alfred and sees him as a more gray-area person, so I liked this book. I think that while Alfred was 100% trying to make himself seem good (though I believe he genuinely believed what he was saying), he still shed light on certain aspects of Oscar's character, which was not perfect regardless of what people wanna say. I think that if you are interested in their relationship, then you should 100% read this. But, also read de profundis. Anyway I loved this book.
December 22, 2020
Their story is so sad for all parties involved.
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November 28, 2025THE SHADEEEE! THAT IS BEING THROWN IN THIS BOOK
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December 7, 2025He’s my bestie idc
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