It’s hard to believe that this will be my final blog post for this class, the semester flew by, and just like that, I have one more year left of college. I went into this class not being 100% sure what to expect, only knowing that Wilde was one of the authors who I found fascinating, yet did not get to read about as much as I would have liked throughout the course of my English major. I’m Irish myself, by ancestry anyhow, and of course Wilde is held in high regard alongside names like Joyce and Yeats as one of the great Irish writers of all time. Furthermore, I always knew Wilde as a legendary figure within the LGBT community, one of the great martyrs who was essentially worked to death for expressing his sexuality. The more one reads of Wilde, the easier it is to lionize him, as he spoke and acted with perhaps unparalleled wit and humor, as Bosie said, his words were spoken with the confidence and intelligence of a pre-written speech. 

I went into this course knowing Wilde as many things, a genius, a martyr, an icon, but I’m leaving it with a new understanding of Wilde as a man. Largely from reading the transcripts from his trials, and De Profundis, I realized the pedestal we place Wilde on, while understandably high, distorts who he was as a person and, though he likely wouldn’t like me connecting the two, as an artist. Through the non-fiction works in this course, I saw the many flaws Wilde carried with him, his arrogance, self-centeredness, and, at times, downright irresponsibility in the face of dire circumstances. I made no attempts to hide my frustration with him, for it seemed to me Wilde was a hypocrite, arguing he has a higher duty to art than anything else, then allowing his own artistic flame to be snuffed out for reasons I still do not fully comprehend. So many great artists have been taken from the world prematurely, that it angered me somewhat that Wilde essentially committed suicide by judge, refusing to leave the country when he had the opportunity, and not taking the court case for which his life depended all that seriously (though, to his credit, it likely would not have mattered much). 

However, in my judgment of Wilde, I failed to see him as he was, holding him to a higher standard (one he set himself, but still) than is fair to him, I forgot that, at the end of the day, Oscar Wilde is just a man, and every man has a breaking point. The exhaustion that must come with keeping a secret like homosexuality must have been excruciating to Wilde, and it seems to me that it got to the point where he simply wanted it all to be over, one way or the other. In this way, Wilde, by acting how we would expect a character from one of his plays to act at his own trial, he is showing his true self. In the end, Wilde may have argued he was staying true to his art, and that may be true, but ultimately, he was being true to himself, and in that way, I believe it is possible to extract a glimmer of triumph from Wilde’s complete and utter defeat; all he had to do to survive was to put on a mask, and be a different person for a few hours, but he refused, allowing himself to be destroyed, but not defeated. 

2 thoughts on “Reflection”

  1. This insightful reflection on Oscar Wilde’s life and character offers a nuanced perspective that goes beyond the commonly held perceptions of him as a genius, martyr, and icon. It’s refreshing to see a deeper exploration of Wilde’s flaws and the internal conflicts he faced, shedding light on his arrogance, self-centeredness, and, at times, irresponsibility.

    The author’s frustration with Wilde’s seeming hypocrisy, especially in sacrificing himself for his art while letting his artistic flame be extinguished by societal judgment, is palpable. However, what makes this reflection stand out is the acknowledgment that Wilde, despite his brilliance, was just a man with his breaking point.

    The discussion around Wilde’s trial and the toll of keeping his homosexuality a secret adds a layer of empathy to the analysis. The author contemplates the exhaustion Wilde must have experienced and suggests that his refusal to wear a mask at his trial was a manifestation of staying true to himself, even at the cost of personal destruction.

    In the end, the reflection beautifully captures the complexity of Wilde’s character, urging readers to see beyond the pedestal and recognize the human behind the legend. It invites contemplation on the fine line between artistic integrity and personal survival, leaving room for a glimmer of triumph in Wilde’s refusal to be a different person, even for a few hours.

  2. Hi John! Your post also offers similar sentiments to my view of Wilde from the class. My final paper focuses a lot on Wilde’s prison experience and the way common academic narratives frame Wilde to be a sexual sinner who redeems himself in his works, such as in De Profundis when he essentially repents for his transgressions while also lamenting the prison experience. Similar to you, I think we expect too much of Wilde. We portray him to be a queer icon and a prisoner reformer and a subversive and paradoxical writer when he was those things, yet we tend to exaggerate it heavily. I wonder how Wilde would feel by academic scholarship and how people portray his work, thinking ahead to modernity. Why do we expect so much from this one writer, expecting him to bear everything perfectly? It reminds me a bit of Jesus on the cross, dying for bearing everyone’s sins.

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