I admit it - until now, I'd never read The Picture of Dorian Gray. Oh, I knew, more or less, the plot. But when I needed to read Oscar Wilde's horror story for a novel I'm just starting to write, there wasn't a handy copy in the house, so I got it (for free) as part of a kindle Penny Dreadful multi-pack - including The Horrors of Zindorf Castle AND Jack Harkaway and His Son's Adventures in Australia, which, co-incidentally, I also didn't own.
But did you know The Picture of Dorian Gray was first published in this magazine in 1890?
In full. Plus a Preface. Plus a whole bunch of other fiction and articles and biography and - I'd love to read this bit - 8 pages With the Wits (illustrated by leading artists). How's that for 25 cents?
But here's what I want to post about. What Oscar Wilde said, in his Preface, about critics and criticism, because it is both a witticism and a balm. He said:
"... the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography. Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault."
Is it merely an elegant way of saying, "Aw, poop, they're just jealous"? I don't care. Next bad review any of us gets, I recommend this as our mantra. All together now ...
This is a fault.
Joan Lennon's website.
Joan Lennon's blog.