My wonderfully intelligent book club voted on this book for February. I’d read a lot of Oscar Wilde, but not this one.
As far as I know, it’s his only novel.
It had all kinds of interesting philosophical propositions in it. Like, what is the value of physical beauty when compared to beauty of the soul?
And, how much of our motivation to do the right things stems from whether we will be caught?
But one of the things that made this book delightful to read was the razor wit of Oscar Wilde.
Those late Victorians were just fabulous at turning a phrase on a pin. Gilbert & Sullivan spring to mind.
So wicked and most of the time, so true!
The book was a lot of fun, but it was weighty too. It was a good book to have a discussion about.Powered by Sidelines