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The West Australian - Friday, June 14, 1895
The West Australian - Friday, June 14, 1895
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The Advertiser - Thursday, May 23, 1895
The Advertiser - Thursday, May 23, 1895
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A LONDON Press correspondent writes: - All Oscar Wilde's books have been withdrawn from circulation, and are already worth well nigh
their weight in silver as "curios." Copies of "Dorian Gray" in its original magazine form in Lippincott's easily fetch £3 to £5 apiece, and should be most
carefully preserved. Of course I refer to the unexpurgated issue, and not to the revised version which till a fortnight ago Ward Lock published. The value
of the Chameleon, the objectionable periodical produced by the Oscarian clique, and strangled by its publishers ere 50 numbers had been sold, is probably
£25. I know indeed this sum was recently refused for one by Messrs. Gay and Bird, who have the balance of the issue locked away in the recesses of their
private safe. Apart from the single story of "The Priest and the Acolyte," the Chameleon was the usual wishy washy "æstheria," and indistinguishable from
other short lived periodicals of its school. The fact that Mr. Oscar Wilde latterly derived his mental pabulum chiefly from the Yellow Book, and tucked a
copy under his arm when removed to "durance vile," will not I fear increase that edifying quarterly in popular estimation. If Mr. Lane is wise he will
suppress it without delay. The vogue for that unwholesome class of literature has received its deathblow. "The Philistine" wounded the morbid sex maniac
sorely, and Oscar has given him his coup de grace. Art with a big A has, like Humpty-Dumpty, had a great fall, and never again can the misbegotten fetish
exercise the influence it did over us. In the words of Arthur Roberts, "Culchah, dear boys, is a bit off." That Wilde was not unconscious of the descent
to Avernus down which his unbridled and morbid passions were surely leading him the "Portrait of Dorian Gray" shows us. Therein he boldly drew himself and
forecast his terrible degradation.
All Oscar Wilde's books have been withdrawn from circulation, and are already worth well-nigh their weight in silver as "curios." Copies
of "Dorian Gray" in its original magazine form in Lippincott's easily fetch £3 to £5 apiece, and should be most carefully preserved. Of course I refer to
unexpurgated issue, and not to the revised version which till a fortnight ago Ward Lock published. The value of the Chameleon, the objectionable
periodical produced by the Oscarian clique, and strangled by its publishers ere 50 numbers had been sold, is probably £25. I know indeed this sum was
recently refused for one by Messrs. Gay and Bird, who have the balance of the issue locked away in the recesses of their private safe. Apart from the
single story of "The Priest and the Acolyte," the Chameleon was the usually wishy-washy "æstheria," and indistinguishable from other short-lived
periodicals of its school. The fact that Mr. Oscar Wilde latterly derived his mental pabulum chiefly from the Yellow Book, and tucked a copy under his arm
when removed to "durance vile," will not I fear increase that edifying quarterly in popular estimation. If. Mr. Lane is wise he will suppress it without
delay. The vogue for that unwholesome class of literature has received its death-blow. "The Philistine" wounded the morbid sex-maniac sorely, and Oscar
has given him his coup de grace. Art with a big A has, like Humpty-Dumpty, had a great fall, and never again can the misbegotten fetish exercise the
influence it did over us. In the words of Arthur Roberts, "Culchah, dear boys, is a bit off." That Wilde was not unconscious of the descent to Avernus
down which his unbridled and morbid passions were surely leading him the "Portrait of Dorian Gray" shows us. Therein he boldly drew himself and forecast
his terrible degradation.