Ms. Mendelssohn’s academic account of Oscar Wilde’s exceptional life is interesting only in the gaps that it attempts to fill in. However, her obsession with dragging Oscar’s myth down to earth is blatant and borders on defamation of character.
It is indeed interesting that the Wildes had a distant slave owning relation in the South of the USA, a large land owner with hundreds of slaves, an influential figure who ended badly after the war. Yet, she tries again and again to equate Oscar with ideas of white supremacy.
It was after all 1882 and when he was being hounded across the United States for his association with a black valet and derided in virtually every major newspaper in vile cartoons in esthete dress and black face, she finds this distant association a blot on his character.
This dogmatic academian tries to use every intimate letter and quote against the great wit. She only begrudgingly attributes some of his actions as witty defense against a well orchestrated attempt to exploit Oscar’s threatening and very different self image to the hostile audience he faced. She almost never sees his actions as courageous.
There has always been pernicious and malevolent strain of racism and slander directed at those who are or dare to be different.
Even Oscar, our greatest wit, Oscar Wilde, was hounded daily by nearly every major publication on both sides of the Atlantic before and after his lecture tour of The United States in the 1880’s. Depicted here as “The Wilde Man of Borneo!”
Major newspapers and magazines like the Washington Post and Punch captioned him as a P T Barnum attraction “WHAT IS IT!?!”
Phrenologists and pseudo scientific ethnic purists, in a wave of anti-Irish and Anti-Black fervor at the turn of the last century, along with blatant allusions to suspicious perverted feminine traits, ran daily cartoons, letters and editorials denouncing the Esthetic Movement and its main spokesman Oscar.
In theses photos he is likened to “the missing link,” “a genetic flaw” in the evolution of mankind. Often pictured in Blackface worshipping a sunflower, the symbol of the movement...and an ignorant public ate it up.
Oscar, it seems, barely survived and these astoundingly ignorant attacks have followed his fame all throughout the last century, to the present day!
It’s difficult to wrap my mind around the truth that these ideas persist and yet those of us who live outside of the norm know the truth, by the blood we spill in the revelations of our lives and the deafening silence that meets our every attempt at visibility.
Ms. Mendelssohn’s tale is not without merit though, if you read it to simply glean colorful facts about the great man’s youth and how he overcame all odds to create his own myth.
I am a gay writer in the 21st. century and I have tried to live an open and visible life, and paid the price for it and so I can only imagine the challenges of the 19th century.
The author also goes out of her way to omit every reference to Oscar’s witticisms. She rarely quotes him and defers to paraphrasing which to someone like me is akin to blasphemy.
Though she spends an entire chapter to the identification of a black valet of his, through rigorous academic searches and correspondence, she devotes only half of a chapter to Oscar’s trials, (there were three) which she consolidates into one, his prison term and his extraordinary after life in exile. Bosie, Alfred Lord Douglas, the most prominent figure in his life, merits barely a footnote in her volume.
She hints at Oscar’s early days of poet and essayist, that he was unexceptional and yet, in the same breath, says that he was intimate friends of Lillie Langtry, Sarah Bernhardt, the celebrated painter Whistler and almost every celebrity of the day. Oscar advised them and helped them to become the celebrities they were, by the power of his own association and influence. For a young man in his 20’s just out of Oxford this in itself is proof of his genius and yet Ms. Mendelssohn calls this the actions of a social climber.
Enough, there is much to revile in this clinical account of genius and yet there, between the harshness of her judgment, a wealth of information about young Oscar. His intimate meeting, in Philadelphia, with Walt Whitman, the tour of America is eye opening and terrifying and the fact that he passes through these tests by fire, again and again, unscathed is remarkable. The fact that he uses the poets prerogative and reframed is past in poem and prose, sweeping away the ugly and glorifying the divine is not something be scoffed at, but applauded and given the credit it is due ...another triumph of the divine Oscar.
In conclusion, whether you aim is to drag a great poet, dramatist and writer down to earth or to read of his very human trials, faults and exaltations, you will find much of interest here.
Michael Dane
HomoAmerican - The Secret Society