Oscar Wilde
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| Title | : | De Profundis |
| Author | : | Oscar Wilde |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | Anniversary Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 188 pages |
| Published | : | September 12th 1993 by Fontamara (first published February 1905) |
| Categories | : | Classics. Nonfiction. Biography. LGBT. Autobiography. Memoir. Literature. Philosophy |
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De Profundis (Latin: "from the depths") is a 50,000 word letter written by Oscar Wilde during his imprisonment in Reading Gaol, to Lord Alfred Douglas, his lover. Wilde wrote the letter between January and March 1897; he was not allowed to send it, but took it with him upon release. In it he repudiates Lord Alfred for what Wilde finally sees as his arrogance and vanity; he had not forgotten Douglas's remark, when he was ill, "When you are not on your pedestal you are not interesting." He also felt redemption and fulfillment in his ordeal, realizing that his hardship had filled the soul with the fruit of experience, however bitter it tasted at the time.Identify Books To De Profundis
| Original Title: | De Profundis |
| Edition Language: | Spanish |
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Ratings: 4.19 From 10485 Users | 884 ReviewsNotice Based On Books De Profundis
Part IWow. Well, first off, this was excellent Valentine's Day reading, and when I say that I'm only about 64% sarcastic. If De Profundis shows anything it shows that love is complicated and however much I wanted to shake Oscar Wilde and yell "You're right to be upset! He's horrible! He's not worth it!" I know he wouldn't listen to me.On the other hand, I can't imagine being on the receiving end of this letter and keeping my cool, even if I just had a teaspoonful of heart.Part IIThis is whatWhen faced with the abyss before you, is there only emptiness or is there a new beginning?This is an intensely personal examination of Wilde's journey during incarceration. It follows the Stages of Grief and intertwines the religious with art. It has some incredible observations that made me examine my own thoughts and assumptions. But it is a very unimaginative nature that only cares for people on their pedestals. A pedestal may be a very unreal thing. A pillory is a terrific reality. They
I never would have expected a treatise on the meaning of suffering and sorrow, the path to the soul, and a meditation upon Christ as the first true artist/poet from a man imprisoned for homosexuality. It was a pleasure to read this "letter" that emerged out of Oscar Wilde's two year imprisonment for "illicit behavior". How one of his life of leisure, wealth, and decadence could find the path to his soul and the beauty in suffering and the value of nature while imprisoned in a jail cell for two
Beautiful, fascinating, poetic, and heartbreaking, Wilde becomes the spectator of his own tragedy in De Profundis and attempts a sort of mystical Confiteor to make sense of the suffering of his soul. When first I was put into prison some people advised me to try and forget who I was. It was ruinous advice. It is only by realizing what I am that I have found comfort of any kind. Now I am advised by others to try on my release to forget that I have ever been in a prison at all. I know that would
I have taken more time than I should have to finish this book. I was alternating it with one of Ayn Rand's books. Anyway, this is of no import. On with the review.Honest, wrought with emotions, Oscar Wilde fulfilled the title's English translation "out of the depths." Every word, phrase, every line mirrored his strong sentiments of sorrow and pain, and of hope and aspiration from all his sufferings during the time of his incarceration. De Profundis, nevertheless, reflected the poignancy of his
In the letter Wilde wrote to his friend Robert Ross enclosing this extended essay he finishes with a beautiful image' On the other side of the prison wall there are some poor black soot-besmirched trees which are just breaking out into buds of an almost shrill gren. I know quite well what they are going through. They are finding expression '.These lovely few sentences capture quite marvelously the thrust of this book. It is an account of Wilde's re-birth from in amidst the degradation and cruel
This book is just so painful. It gets difficult a times, but then at others Wilde makes something much bigger of his woes. He flies in philosophy, metaphysic ideas. Love, hate, hurt, sorrow, Christ, friendship, family, he speaks of so many things. Yet you are left with a very sad feeling. If this is what may happen to someone so great, what is left for mere mortals like us? Is love to be so cruel?
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