Who Decides What is Beautiful? The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
This book was written over 100 years ago and is on my challenge list. It wasn't very long but took me a while to read because it was pretty deep and the some of the vernacular is different. I had to stop a lot and really think about what the author was trying to say. This book put great value on looks as if it were the end all and be all of everything wonderful. It's interesting to see how things were looked at and I can't help wishing I could speak to this author and ask him if he truly felt this way and if so ask again, Who decideds what's beautiful?
The Picture of Dorian Gray.
The name says it all. It really is about his picture and what it represented at the time. It feels as if there is only one main character and it isn’t dorian gray. He is the object that everyone is talking about in the book but its not really about him.
But about his life and how the other players have influenced him or it. Quite philisophical really. I love to talk about that kind of introspective stuff. The intangables that people have ingrained in their minds but don’t speak of.
How our insides don't necessarily match our outsides. He started out quite normal, if a little vain. The first half of the book was slow and I ended up reading a couple of books in between. The last half picked up so quick I finished it in one sitting.
Dorian Gray is an idiot in my opinion. He let others influence him till he had no sense of self. Then when he messed up he rationalized it to himself. If he didn't like what he was doing he did something else. He was a spoiled rich kid with no sense of honor.
Everyone knows this story right? I'm not really spoiling for you am I? Spoiled rich kid sits for a pianting. A painting so wonderful in its youth and beauty that Dorian mouths a prayer (or a curse depending on how you look at it) that he forever remain as this picture. And so the story begins. He is in love with himself. Pure vanity. I could really go on and on talking about this wonderful book, but then I would deprive you are reading it for yourself. BTW, it's free.
The ending really sang to me. I loved it and found it entirely fitting.
The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
But the picture? What to say of that? It held the secret of his life, and told his story. It taught him to love his own beauty. Would it teach him to loathe his own soul?
We live in an age that reads too much to be wise, and thinks too much to be beautiful.