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Oscar Wilde

Originally published by British Heritage magazine. Published Online: June 12, 2006 
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Oscar Wilde rose to become the toast of London–appreciated not only for his plays, Lady Windemere's Fan, The Ideal Husband, and The Importance of Being Earnest, and his novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray, but for his grace, wit, and charm.

And then at the height of his success his star fell. On trial at the Old Bailey, he was convicted of indecent behaviour and sentenced to two years of hard labour, which ultimately broke his spirit and heart. Though he wrote two last pieces, now classics–De Profundis and The Ballad of Reading Gaol, Wilde also said 'I wrote when I did not know life; now that I do know the meaning of life, I have no more to write. Life cannot be written, life can only be lived–I have lived.'

One Wilde biographer, Richard Ellman, wrote, 'he was conducting, in the most civilized way, an anatomy of his society, and a radical reconsideration of its ethics.' But art and life were for Wilde intertwined, and he did not fit the proper Victorian mold. Wilde's career as writer was tied up with his flamboyant personality and lifestyle. Oscar Finegal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde was born on 16th October 1854 at 21 Westland Row in Dublin. His parents were Sir William Wilde, a successful aural surgeon and writer; and Jane Francesco Elgee, who translated and wrote poetry and called herself 'the voice in poetry of all the people in Ireland.' Oscar had two siblings–an older brother named Willie, and a sister, Isola, born when Oscar was two.

Isola especially seems to have been a major influence in his life. His little blond sister died at age 10, and he never really got over that loss. After his death, an envelope was found with the lines, 'My Isola's Hair' and 'She is not dead but sleepeth.'


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Oscar Wilde poses for a photo by Napoleon Sarony in 1882. (Library of Congress)

Oscar Wilde grew up in a household constantly full of Dublin's artists and intellectuals. His mother regularly held a salon, and there artists, writers, intellectuals and members of the medical profession gathered.

When Oscar was ready for college he went on scholarship to Trinity College, the Protestant College in Dublin, where he excelled in Greek.

With another scholarship he went to Oxford in 1874 and studied with John Ruskin, yet disagreed with Ruskin's belief that art should be infused with a moral purpose. Oscar grew to love beauty, and art for art's sake. He was influenced by Keats and the idea that beauty is truth and truth beauty. He wrote, 'Love art for its own sake, and then all things that you need will be added to you.'

While at Oxford, Oscar wrote to a friend, saying 'God knows, I won't be an Oxford don anyhow, I'll be a poet, a writer, a dramatist. Somehow or other I'll be famous, and if not famous, I'll be notorious.' And indeed, Wilde's reputation as an eccentric, a wit, and an apostle of Aestheticism quickly grew. At Oxford, he began to write reviews of London art exhibits. In 1880 he wrote his first play, Vera, though it was not performed. The following year, he published his collected poems at his own expense. They elicited a somewhat hostile reaction from critics, but they had popular appeal and went into five editions.

Interest in Wilde spread across the ocean to America. Miss Mary Anderson, a New York actress, asked him to write a play for her. He began a five-act tragedy that developed into The Duchess of Padua. Soon after, he was invited to come to America himself to lecture on Aesthetics. On his arrival he told the customs agent, 'I have nothing to declare but my genius.'

When Wilde returned from America he went to Paris. In France he met Victor Hugo, Paul Verlaine, Mallarme, Toulouse Lautrec, Degas, and Pissaro.

Wilde attracted attention from the ladies wherever he went, and often returned the favour. He fell for a girl for the first time when he met Florence Balcombe and gave her a cross inscribed with his name. He also did a delicate pencil sketch of her, showing a sweet, wistful look. Florence later married Bram Stoker, author of Dracula. Wilde was later smitten with the actress Lillie Langtry.

On 29th May 1884 he married Constance Mary Lloyd, daughter of an Irish barrister living in London. The two made their home in Chelsea at No. 16 Tite Street. Wilde took a job as a book reviewer for the Pall Mall Gazette. He had little money but quite a reputation as a conversationalist. Their first son, Cyril, was born in 1885, followed the next year by another, Vyvyan. Wilde adored his children and spent hours playing with them.

He seemed poised to consummate a perfectly respectable, if somewhat flamboyant, career. But two pivotal events set his life on a different course. First, he wrote the now-classic book, The Picture of Dorian Gray, a story about a beautiful man who stays young while his portrait grows old and ugly. The press was almost unanimous in their condemnation of the book, considering it prurient, immoral, vicious, coarse, and crude. Unconcerned, Wilde commented, 'There is no such thing as a moral or immoral book. Books are well-written or badly written. That is all.'

Also during this time he met someone who forever changed his life, and who had the beauty of Dorian Gray–Lord Alfred Bruce Douglas, or Bosie, the third son of the 8th Marquess of Queensberry. Wilde was drawn to Bosie for several reasons. He was from an aristocratic family, good looking, young, and showed promise as a poet of sonnets. Some biographers think Bosie may have reminded Wilde of Isola. Wilde's relationship with Bosie put him in dangerous territory, since all homosexual acts were illegal in England at that time. Wilde's next several works were well received, and the controversy of Dorian Gray receded. His play Lady Windemere's Fan opened at the St. James Theatre to a rousing reception. When the audience shouted 'Author!' Wilde gave this now-famous speech: 'Your appreciation has been most intelligent. I congratulate you on the great success of your performance, which persuades me that you think almost as highly of the play as I do.'

His wit poked fun at the hierarchies of society and aimed to remove the masks of the upper crust. Further successes included Salome–a biblical play in one act–A Woman of No Importance, An Ideal Husband, and The Importance of Being Earnest. George Bernard Shaw wrote in the Saturday Review, 'In a certain sense Mr. Wilde is to me our only thorough playwright. He plays with everything: with wit, with philosophy, with drama, with actors and with audience, with the whole theatre.' And The New York Times said of The Importance of Being Earnest, 'Wilde may be said to have at last, and by a single stroke, put his energies under his feet.'

But Bosie's father had a different opinion of Wilde and was furious at the praise heaped on him. Four days after The Importance of Being Earnest opened, Queensberry drove to the Albemarle Club on Dover Street, where Oscar was a member. He left his card, and wrote, 'To Oscar Wilde, posing as a somdomite.' The porter, perhaps because of the misspelling or because he was unfamiliar with the word, put it in an envelope and addressed it to Wilde, leaving it in the hall letter rack.

Wilde took it very seriously and told a friend, 'Bosie's father has left a card at my club with hideous words on it. I don't see anything now but a criminal prosecution. My whole life seems ruined by this man…'

At Bosie's insistence, Wilde applied for a warrant for the arrest of the Marquess for libel. But at the trial, Queensberry was acquitted. Wilde had been entertaining, even eloquent, at the trial, but his double life was exposed. Wilde was prosecutor, but it was obvious he was himself on trial.

His friends and Constance urged him to go abroad, but he refused. His pride would not allow it–and he did not want to be a coward or deserter. Instead he went to the Cadogan Hotel where he had a room. That evening the police arrested him, charging indecent behaviour.

Three weeks later he stood in the same dock where Queensberry had stood. The trial ended with a hung jury. At a second trial Wilde was found guilty of gross indecency and sentenced to two years of hard labour. At that point he lost much of what was important to him in life. His long-suffering wife moved to the continent with the boys. The contents of his house were sold at auction. For most of his time in prison he was even denied writing materials.

Toward the end of his sentence he was finally allowed pen and ink and paper, one blue sheet at a time, each removed as he finished. On these sheets he wrote a long letter to Bosie that became known as De Profundis, his last prose work. It is an apology and confession in which he blamed his downfall on Bosie and expressed his bitterness, self hatred, and guilt.

'The gods had given me almost everything,' he wrote, 'I had genius, a distinguished name, high social position, brilliancy, intellectual daring; I made art a philosophy and philosophy an art…

'Desire at the end was a malady, or a madness, or both. I grew careless of the lives of others. I took pleasure where it pleased me …'

Wilde endured many hardships in prison, walking a treadmill for six hours each day to grind flour and sleeping on a bare board, yet the humility and consideration the prisoners showed one another deeply moved him, and Wilde grew popular with the other prisoners. He later arranged to have some money sent to them when they were released. He was finally freed on 19th May 1897. Though nothing written by a prisoner was allowed to leave the premises, the Governor of Reading Gaol gave him back his manuscript. Oscar went to France and never set foot in England again.

He spent two years in Dieppe and wrote a letter to the press telling of the cruelties of prison life and the evil of incarcerating children under 14. He also spoke of the horror of watching a mentally disabled convict being flogged. The letter resulted directly in the Prisons Act of 1898.

Wilde soon moved to the little village of Bernaval-sur-Mer where he began his last serious work, The Ballad of Reading Gaol, about the execution of a murderer and celebrating the desire for freedom.

In Bernaval-sur-Mer he was popular with the villagers, including the parish priest. But soon he grew lonely, and eventually when Bosie visited him they went off to Italy where Oscar finished The Ballad of Reading Gaol.

Wilde's life was winding down. In May 1899 he returned to Paris, to the Hotel d'Alsace. He fell into the life of the cafs, begged money from friends, drank absinthe, and grew fat on cheap food. On 30th November 1900, Wilde died of cerebral meningitis at age 46 after being accepted into the Catholic Church the day before. A wit to the end, during his final fever he is reported to have said, 'My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or the other of us has to go.'

In 1954 Sir Travers Humphreys, who had as a junior barrister taken part in Wilde's trials, wrote, 'Reflecting upon the events of nearly 60 years ago one fact is plain beyond argument. The persecution of Oscar Wilde should never have been brought.'

Except for Shakespeare, perhaps Wilde is our most quotable writer. Yet more than that, it has been said that his life and work changed the direction of art. He put the artist' vision first, ignoring the claims of conventionality, and drew attention to the hypocrisy and intolerance of his day. By doing so he extended the boundaries of literature and redefined the role of the artist. And through his life and his art he extolled the values of wit, charm, and grace.

And Alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn
For his mourners will be
outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn.
-Ballad of Reading Gaol




This article was written by Karen Kenyon and originally published in the April/May 2002 issue of British Heritage Magazine.

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5 Responses to “Oscar Wilde”


  1. 1
    Master Babigi says:

    didnt wilde get arrested for soliciting sex?

  2. 2
    special_delivery says:

    this is pretty sensational writing and seems to focus on the fact
    that oscar wilde was a happy, straight writer who fell into some
    unknown misfortune that caused him to die…the fact the the
    victorian closed-mindedness about his homosexual behavior
    which led to his imprisonment, is not included in here, is rather
    depressing. perhaps you should update your information?

  3. 3
    Marie-Louise says:

    Oscar Wilde also had two (older) half sisters who died tragically. The dress of one caught fire while she was waltzing, her sister came to her aid and her dress also caught. Both died of the burns they sustained.

  4. 4
    john fedor says:

    Yes, Mr.Wilde fell victim to the hypocricy of his times,but then again,this is what he did best. I believe that Victorian society feared what he represented,which was the future,a future most of them could not possibly understand. Lilly Langtry remained loyal,as she announced his passing on the stage in London. His work is very relevant today,especially "The Picture of Dorian Gray', for the worship of youth. Wilde was a force of nature not seen since.

  5. 5
    jaffray Geddes says:

    Let us not dwell like scavengers on the faults, failures,weaknesses of a man such as Oscar Wilde or any other. Lets look at the grand works that flowed his pen, the superb wit, the plays, his humor. Sure, he lied at his trial when asked if he had had sexual affairs with the young men, but so did Clinton, President of USA, in the Levinsky case
    I look to the beautiful things men/women leave to generations that come to enjoy and restore that beauty in remembering such a man that strode the pages of a time that was corsetted from any form of acceptance of Oscar's sexual behaviors. He never should have been put before a court, but then, he had the choice to ignore what he took upon himself to initiate.We all would like to erase our folly and errors
    in this life.The sad thing is the insidious mouths of those who prefer
    to see the ugly, which in today's world has recognition as a man or woman's right to 'be' and to follow a now lawful right to so do. I have much love for Oscar Wilde's superb wit and penmanship as I have for my fellow countryman Robert Burns also cast as drunkard, womanizer,
    whatever…as I say ,let us look to 'drinking the cup of kindness' to such
    men as they who left us glorious memories in beautiful WORDS
    in SONGS AND PLAYS may they always be remembered….



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