04.03.02
Now I remember why I don't read classic novels anymore. Although this isn't so much a novel as a series of epigrams clustered around an interesting idea. It's hampered, of course, by Victorian censorship, as the celebration of homosexuality could have been joyous, but the writing is not all that good in the first place. It's never entirely clear, for example, why Dorian is so corrupt and corrupting. Interesting mainly for its incredibly camp male leads, and for the brief, illuminating descriptions of art and artifice.
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