W. B. Yeats (I), Autobiography, in Memoirs, ed. Denis Donoghue (London: Macmillan 1972): In what year did I first meet Wilde? I remember that he seemed to think I was alone in London, for he asked me to eat my Christmas dinner at his house. I was delighted to see his pretty wife and children, and his beautiful house designed by Godwin. He had a white dining-room, the first I had seen, chairs, walls, cushions all white, but in the middle of the table a red cloth table-centre with a red terracotta sstatue and above it a red hanging lamp. I have never seen and shall never meet conversation that could match with his. Perplexed by my own shapelessness, my lack of self-possession and of easy courtesy, I was astonished by this scholar who was a man of [21] the world was so perfect. He had not yet written a successful play and was still a poor man, and I saw nothing of the insolence that perhaps grew upon him later. Ah, Yeats, he said that Christmas day - he had been reading to me from the proof sheets of his unpublished Decay of Lying - we Irish are too poetical to be poets; we are a nation of brilliant failures. (p.23; [cont.]
W. B. Yeats (III): He spoke with a deliberate slowness, in drawling speech copied from Walter Paters speech, somebody told me, and this had become an artistic convention that gave him greater freedom of language. He could be elaborate when it pleased him, without seeming affectation. I do not like King Lear, give me The Winters Tale - Daffodils, that come before the swallow dares. What is King Lear but poor life staggering in the fog? The next moment would come a swift retort, some eddy of spontaneous wit. I never travel anywhere without Paters essay on the Renaissance, that is my golden book, but the last trumpet should have sounded the moment it was written - it is the very flower of the Decadence. But, said somebody, [23] would you not have given us time, Mr Wilde, to read it? Oh no, plenty of time afeterwards in either world. (Ibid., pp.21-23.) Cf., Yeats quotes Wilde, We Irish are too poetical to be poets; we are a nation of brilliant failures, but we are the greatest talkers since the Greeks. (Autobiographies, quoted in Tuohy, Yeats: An Illustrated Biography, 1976, p.55.)
W. B. Yeats (V) [Wildes personality] was deliberately adopted and therefore a mask - it was the only escape from the hot-faced bargainers and the money-changers. (Autobiographies, p.311). Seeing that only the individual soul can attain to its spiritual opposite, a nation in tumult must needs pass to and fro between mechanical opposites, but one hopes always that those opposites may acquire sex and engender. At moments when I have thoughts of the results of politicla subjection upon Ireland I have remembered a story told me by Oscar Wilde, who professed to have [36] found it in a book of magic. If you carve a Cerberus upon an emerald, he said, and put it in the oil of a lamp and carry it into a room where your enemy is, two new heads will come upon their shoulders and all three devour one another. (Autobiographies, pp.360-61.)
W. B. Yeats (VII): I have known two or three men of philosophical intellect like Wilde and Beardsley who spent their lives in a fantastic protest against a society they could not remake. (John B. Frayne, ed., Uncollected Prose, [Vol. I, 1970], p.257.) Also: [Wilde] perpetually performed a play which was in all things the opposite of all he had known in childhood and early youth. (Q. source - presum. Autobiographies.)
W. B. Yeats (IX) - The Trembling of the Veil, [Sect.] II - Wildes catastrophe: [...] A couple of days later I received a letter from Lionel Johnson, denouncing Wilde with great bitterness. He had a cold scientific intellect; he got a sense of triumph and powet, at every dinner-table he dominated, from the the knowledge that he was guilt of that sin which, more than any other possible to man, would turn all those people against him if they but knew. He wrote in the mood of his pome, To the Destroyer of a Soul, addressed to Wilde, as I have always believed, though I know nothing of the circumstances that made him write it. / I might have known that Wildes fantasy had taken some tragic turn, and that he was meditating upon possible disaster, but one too all his words for play - had he not called insincerity a mere multiplication of personality or some such words? [...; 285]. [Cont.]
W. B. Yeats (XI) - Yeats goes on to give an account of his visit to the Lady Wildes household at Oakley St., where Willie Wilde tells him that they have made the decision to go to prison if necessary. After recounting the cost of this decision, Yeats concludes: I have never doubted, even for an instant, that he made the right decision, and that he owes to that decision half of his renown. (p.289.) He ends by reciting the sentence, When the verdict was announced the harlots in the street outside danced upon the pavement. (p.291.) [ top ] Franz Blei, in Recollections of Oscar Wilde [co-ed. with André Gide, Ernest La Jeunesse, and Arthur Symons] (Cambridge 1906), remarks: Wildes literary residue would be important enough to secure his name to posterity. But his life encountered a fate that took precedence, with its grotesque tragedy, and overshadowed it scurrilously with a blackness that, in England, was as a night of pestilence ... one must needs explain this cruelty as a mob outbreak of Saddism [sic] not to be found altogether extraordinary there, where flagellation marks the highest place of erotic culture. (q.p.)
James Joyce - (I), Oscar Wilde: The Poet of Salomé (1909): Here we touch on the pulse of Wildes art - sin. He deceived himself into thinking that he was the bearer of good news of neo-paganism to an enslaved people. His own distinctive qualities, the qualities, perhaps, of his race - keenness, generosity, and a sexless intellect - he placed at the service of a theory of beauty which, according to him, was to bring back the golden age and the joy of the worlds youth. But if some truth adheres to his subjective interpretations of Aristotle, to his restless thought that proceeds by sophisms rather than syllogisms, to his assimilations of nature as foreign to his [proud character] as the delinquent is to the humble, at its very base is the truth inherent in the soul of Catholicism: that man cannot reach the divine heart except through that sense of separation and loss called sin. (Ellsworth Mason & Ellmann, eds., The Critical Writings, 1964, pp.204-05.)
[ top ] James Joyce - (II): I have just finished Dorian Grey [sic]. Some chapters are like Huysmans [À rebours, 1884], catalogued atrocities, lists of perfumes and instruments. The central idea is fantastic. Dorian is exquisitely beautiful and becomes awfully wicked: but never ages. His portrait ages. I can imagine the capital which Wildes prosecuting counsel made out of certain parts of it. It is not very difficult to read between the lines. Wilde seems to have had some good intentions in writing it - some wish to put himself before the world - but the book is rather crowded with lies and epigrams. If he had had the courage to develop the allusions in the book it might have been better. I suspect he has done this in some privately-printed books. Like his Irish imitator [Oliver St. John Gogarty]: Quite the reverse is / The style of his verses. (Letter to Stanislaus Joyce [from Rome], 19 August 1906; Letters of James Joyce, NY: Viking Press, 1966, II, ed. Richard Ellmann, p.150; Selected Letters, ed. Ellmann, London: Faber & Faber 1975, p.96; quoted in Richard Ellmann, James Joyce, 1959; 1965 Edn., p.241 - with comment, Wilde, like most of the authors he now read, was not tough-minded enough. (Idem.) Also quoted in Vivian Mercier, John Eglinton as Socrates: A Study of Scylla and Charybdis, in James Joyce: An International Perspective, ed. Suheil Bushrui & Bernard Benstock, Gerrards Cross: Colin Smythe 1982, n.3, p.81.
G. B. Shaw (I) [on Wilde]: remarks that Wilde ultimately drank himself into impotence as a writer; the best English-speaking talker of whom we have record in his time; and all witnesses now agree that he performed with all his old brilliancy and pleasantness to the end; described Lady Wilde and Oscar as examples of pituitary giantism (Pref., p.xi, xxxiii, and xlvi; Also, Shaw wrote of Wilde in his preface to John Bulls Other Island, Ireland is of all countries the most foreign to England [...] to the Irishman (and Mr. Wilde is almost as acutely Irish an Irishman as the Iron Duke of Wellington) there is nothing in the world quite so exquisitely comic as an Englishmans seriousness. (Cited in Karl Beckson, ed., Oscar Wilde, The Critical Heritage, London: Routledge, Kegan Paul 1970, p.177.) Also, Ireland is of all countries the most foreign to England and to an Irishman (and Mr Wilde is almost as acutely an Irishman as the Iron Duke of Wellington) there is nothing in the world as exquisitely comic as an Englishmans seriousness. (Shaw, 1895; cited in Thomas Kilroy, Anglo-Irish Playwrights and Comic Tradition, in The Crane Bag, 3 (1979), pp.19-27; rep. in The Crane Bag Book of Irish Studies, 1982, pp.439-47, p.439.)
G. B. Shaw (III) [on The Importance of Being Oscar]: I cannot say that I greatly cared for The Importance of Being Earnest. It amused me of course; but unless a comedy touches me as well as amuses me, it leaves me with a sense of having wasted my evening. (See K. Beckson, ed., Oscar Wilde: The Critical Heritage, London: Routledge & Kegan Paul 1970, p.195; cited in Raymond Mullen, UG Essay, UUC 2004.) Further, Shaw characterised Earnest as his [Oscar Wildes] first really heartless play. (Memories of Oscar Wilde by George Bernard Shaw in Frank Harris, Oscar Wilde: His Life and Confessions, NY 1920.) [ top ] Sigmund Freud, The Uncanny [1919]: Freud choses Wilde, inter alia, to exemplify his principle that the uncanny in literature is different from the uncanny in life in that it is aesthetically controlled. The imaginative writer has this licence among many others, that he can select his world of representation so that it either coincides with the realities we are familiar with or departs from them in what particulars he pleases. We accept his ruling in {249} every case. In fairy tales, for instance, the world of reality is left behind from the very start, and the animistic system of beliefs is frankly adopted. (pp.249-50.) Of Wilde he writes: Even a 'real ghost, as in Oscar Wildes Canterville Ghost, loses all power of at least arousing gruesome feelings in us as soon as the author begins to amuse himself by being ironical about it and allows liberties to be taken with it. Thus we see how independent emotional effects can be of the actual subject-matter in the world of fiction. In fairy stories feelings of fear - including therefore uncanny feelings - are ruled out altogether. We understand this, and that is why we ignore any opportunities we find in them for developing such feelings. (p.252.) Vide The Uncanny, trans. by Alix Strachey [1925], in The Complete Psychological Works, Vol. XVII (1917-19) [Standard Edition; An Infantile Neurosis and Other Works] (London: Hogarth Press 1955 & Edns.), pp.217-56.
Travers Humphreys, Famous and Infamous Trials ( Heinemann 1950): The Trial of Oscar Wilde, pp.236-44. Wilde had no one to blame but himself; that vanity and exhibitionism which are said to be the peculiarity of those whose moral code is the same as his had led him to adopt a course which could only end in his utter [240] degradation. Humphreys adverts to the fatal exchange with Carson that sent Wilde crashing from his pedestal: Carson: Did you kiss that boy? Wilde: Oh no. He was a peculiarly ugly boy Carson: [...] is that the reason why you did not kiss him? (p.243). Humphreys quotes Wilde: If the charges were true they would be filthy and loathsome and remarks that men who live a life of filthy beastliness are not fit to be accepted as a friend [... &c.]. St John Ervine, Oscar Wilde: A Present Time Appraisal (London: Allen & Unwin 1951), ... despite his brief abasement in De Profundis, [Wilde] seems never to have known that he was, directly in his argument about art for arts sake, and indirectly in his downfall [...] and any hope he might have had of spreading his belief was destroyed when after his release from Reading, he reverted to his sewer life in Paris. (p.333.). [See remarks on Marquess of Queensberry, under Travers Humphreys, supra.]
Allardyce Nicoll, 19th-c. Drama [ q.d., &c.]: Wilde takes a delight in choosing a theme which may be likely to interest contemporary audiences, but in the moral implications of the theme has simply no interest [...] the value of [the play] does not rests in its story but in its dialogue [...] finely polished, his prose has a metallic ring lacking in the less refined accents of Jones and Pinero [...] Wilde carries us into the realm once dominated by Etherege when gentlemen conversed in epigram and gaily tossed similes to one another in some spiritual battledore and shuttlecock. This style reaches its finest expression in Earnest . No inharmonious thoughts of life and morality intrude here, for the plot is given the same filigree grace as the language itself. Shot through with the best flowers of Wildian epigram, it maintains easily its settled plan and style. [...] This is perhaps the only comedy written by Wilde wherein he achieves complete harmony in aim and achievement. (p.190ff.)
Lionel Trilling: Wilde saw [that] Victorian men demand that their women epitomise those virtues of softness, domesticity and fidelity which a harsh business ethic had led them to suppress in themselves. In The Importance of Being Earnest Wilde showed that such an antithesis quite simply does not work. As often as not, it is the women in the play who are businesslike in making cynical economic calculations about a proposal of marriage, while the men remains steadfastly impractical. (Sincerity and Authenticity, [q.d.] p.118-22; cited in Selina Mooney, UUC MA Diss., 1999.) [ top ] Hugh Kenner, Dublins Joyce (London: Chatto & Windus 1955): There are plenty of ways of faking vivid prose, when the discipline that makes possible this close engagement of images hasnt been undergone. Mr. Gilbert has pointed out verbal usages of Oscar Wildes that resemble those of Ulysses : A rose shook in her blood, and shadowed her cheeks. Quick blood parted the petals of: her lips. When Joyce read The Picture of Dorian Gray in 1906 (oddly enough, in an Italian translation) he saw at once that the felicities were ways of evading, not presenting, the material. Wildes wish to put himself before the world, Joyce reported in a letter to his brother, caused him to crowd the book with lies and epigrams through reluctance to raise the real motifs of the plot to a surface scummed by irridescent prose. But it is not very difficult to read between the lines. [Gorman, VI-iii] The fanciest writing in Ulysses is in touch with the subject, with some level of abstraction or of glamour that Dublin has imposed upon banality. [Quotes from Sirens episode of Ulysses :] At each slow satiny heaving bosoms wave (her heaving embon) red, rose rose slowly, sank red rose. Heartbeats her breath: breath that is life. And all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair. U281/271. / This isnt Wildean sensuous plush display, though it uses, similar techniques. It is Bloom, with the aid of quotations, sentimentalizing a barmaid. (p.150; longer extracts in RICORSO Library, Major Authors > James Joyce, infra.)
Patrick Rafroidi, The Irish Short Story in English: The Birth of a New Tradition, in Terence Brown & Rafroidi, eds., The Irish Short Story (Gerrards Cross: Colin Smythe 1979): [...] Admittedly the son of Speranza seemed to feel no more than a middling attraction for an Ireland which in turn has been slow to claim him. Besides, his most famous attempt at a ghost story, The Canterville Ghost, is a burlesque where he gives in to the fatal temptations that we have noted some other practitioners of the genre also experienced. Yet at the same time critics have often passed over the seriousness of his approach when, from folklore motifs (often common in his native country), he creates his own wonderful universe of kings (The Young King), of dwarfs (The Birthday of the Infanta), of Giants (The Selfish Giant), of mermaids (The Fisherman and his Soul), of statues come to life (The Happy Prince), of animals with the power of speech (The Star Child). These he ultimately uses to reach an apparently contradictory double philosophy of aestheticism and mutual help. (p.32.)
Richard Pine: There were three Oscar Wildes, corresponding to those in Dorian Gray: firstly, the artist contemplating, reproducing, and dominated by, the creature known as beauty - as Wilde conceived himself; secondly, the hedonist, acknowledging neither right nor wrong in his pursuit and propagation of pleasure - thus the world saw Wilde; thirdly the thing of beauty itself, living in a world of Hellenic purity, unconscious of guilt. (Oscar Wilde, Dublin: Gill & Macmillan, 1983, p.62.) [ top ] Richard Ellmann, Oscar Wilde (Harmondsworth: Penguin Edn. 1988): Wilde now allowed for a higher ethics in which artistic freedom and full expression of personality were possible, along with a curious brand of individualistic sympathy or narcissistic socialism [...] To these he added another feature of aestheticism, the invasion of forbidden areas of thought and behaviour. (p.288.) [On the fin de siècle:] The various labels that have been applied to the age - Aestheticism, Decadence, the Beardsley Period - ought not to conceal the fact that our first association with it is Wilde, refulgent, majestic, ready to fall. (ed., Oscar Wilde: A Collection of Critical Essays, NJ: Prentice-Hall 1969, p.1.)
Ian Scott-Kilvert, ed., British Writers [for British Council], Vol. V (NY: Scribners 1982), Lady Windermeres Fan, a blackmailing divorcee driven to self-sacrifice by maternal love; The Ideal Husband, the most strongly plotted of her earlier works, deals with political corruption, public and private honour, blackmail, repentance, and forgiveness; The Importance of Being Earnest, slender but deftly worked plot concerns two fashionable young gentlemen, John Worthing (Jack) and Algernon Moncrieff, and their eventually successful courtship of Gwendolen Fairfax and Cecily Cardew, with Gwendolens mother Lady Bracknell, Miss Prism, and Canon Chasuble. W. B. Stanford, Ireland and the Classical Tradition (1984): quotes: I got my love for the Greek ideal and my knowledge of the language at Trinity from Mahaffy and [R. Y.] Tyrrell; Wilde helped Mahaffy with his Social Life in Greece from Homer to Meander (1874) and was thanked in the introduction for having made improvements and corrections all through the book; Mahaffy corrected his aesthetic divagation towards Catholicism, catching up with Wilde on a journey to Rome, apparently funded by Jesuits, and deflecting him to Greece. Stanford discusses the struggle of Christian and Hellenic sentiment in Wildes poetry. His neo-Hellenism is vividly presented in longer poems such as The Garden of Eros, The New Helen [here it is a Trojan dame instead of the Blessed Virgin who is not born as common women are, in a poem deliberately placed at the end of his Rosa Mystica to emphasise his rejection of Christian mysticism], The Burden of Itys, Carmides, Panthea, and The Sphinx. Others, include Humanitad. In The Decay of the Art of Lying (1891), he paradoxically argues that the reality which underlay the Greek ideal was just as ordinary as contemporaries, Do you believe that the Athenian women were like the stately figures of the Parthenon frieze, or like the marvellous goddess who sat in the triangular pediments of the same building [....] You will find that the Athenian ladies laced tightly, wore high-heeled shoes, dyed their hair yellow, painted and rouged their faces, and were exactly like any silly fashionable or fallen creature of their own day. Wilde scathingly reviewed Mahaffys Greek Life and Thought (1877), charging the author with bias, provincialism, and lack of reasonableness, moderation, style and charm. (Stanford, pp.238-39). Bibl., V[yvyan] Holland (London 1954); H. Pearson (London 1946), and Brazol (NY 1938); also A. Ojala, Aestheticism and Oscar Wilde, in Annales Academiae Scientiae Fennicae (Helsinki), B 90, 2 and 93, 2 (1954 and 1955); B. Fehr, Studien zu Oscar Wildes Gedichten (Berlin 1918); for classical references, see Richard Ellmann, The Artist as Critic (NY 1968) [notes, 245]. Seamus Deane, Heroic Styles: The Tradition of an Idea [Field Day Pamphlet, No. 4] (Derry: Field Day 1984), Shaw and Wilde denied the subversive force of their proto-socialism by expressing it as cosmopolitan wit, the recourse of the social or intellectual dandy who makes [8] such a fetish of taking nothing seriously that he ceases to be taken seriously himself. (p.8-9.)
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