The Picture of Dorian Gray: The Uncensored Original Text
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- Provides a detailed discussion of historical context and detailed textual annotations
In 1890, Oscar Wilde submitted the typescript of his new novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray, to the editor of Lippincott’s Monthly Magazine, which had contracted to publish it. Shocked by what he read, the editor proceeded, without Wilde’s knowledge, to cut numerous explicit or suggestive passages. After the outcry following the magazine’s publication, Wilde was pressured into making further changes for the 1891 release of the novel in book form. Every version of the book published since has used this heavily-censored 1891 text. Until now.
Stonewall Riot Press is pleased to present the first ebook edition of the novel Oscar Wilde actually wrote, the one he intended the public to read. Shocking, erotic, at times even pornographic, Wilde’s original Picture of Dorian Gray is both a braver and more moving work than the version readers have always known. In this meticulously-edited edition, based on the author’s unpublished typescript and specially formatted for Kindle, readers can finally experience Wilde’s masterpiece as he intended it, free from the homophobic censorship that has marred it for over a century.
“The version that Wilde submitted to Lippincott's is the better fiction. It has the swift and uncanny rhythm of a modern fairy tale – and Dorian is the greatest of Wilde's fairy tales.”
Alex Ross (New Yorker)
“It's a revelatory exercise to examine the text of Wilde's original typescript. It yields a deeper understanding of its author and of the hypocrisy and intolerance of late-Victorian English society which led to his two-year imprisonment for ‘gross indecency’.” Joel Greenberg (The Australian)
“The typescript is, besides truer to Wilde's original intentions, a vastly better novel than the one most of us know. To call Wilde's earlier version leaner would miss the flavor and point of this aestheticism-drenched work, but it's a swifter, bolder, more uncompromising, less moralistic and in every respect more affecting work than its edited, rewritten, or otherwise censored versions.” Tim Pfaff (Bay Area Reporter)
of marriage? The real drawback to marriage is that it makes one unselfish. And unselfish people are colourless. They lack individuality. Still, there are certain temperaments that marriage makes more complex. They retain their egotism, and add to it many other egos. They are forced to have more than one life. They become more highly organized, and to be highly organized is, I should fancy, the object of man's existence. Besides, every experience is of value, and whatever one may say against
love for you. I think I should never have known it if you had not kissed me, if we had not kissed each other. Kiss me again, my love. Don't go away from me. I couldn't bear it. Can't you forgive me for to-night? I will work so hard, and try to improve. Don't be cruel to me because I love you better than anything in the world. After all, it is only once that I have not pleased you. But you are quite right, Dorian. I should have shown myself more of an artist. It was foolish of me, and yet I
nine o'clock the next morning his servant came in with a cup of chocolate on a tray and opened the shutters. Dorian was sleeping quite peacefully, lying on his right side, with one hand underneath his cheek. He looked like a boy who had been tired out with play, or study. The man had to touch him twice on the shoulder before he woke, and as he opened his eyes a faint smile passed across his lips, as though he had been having some delightful dream. Yet he had not dreamed at all. His night had
lived in the society of charming and cultured men. You would have educated her, taught her how to dress, how to talk, how to move. You would made her perfect, and she would have been extremely happy. After a time, no doubt, you would have grown tired of her. She would have made a scene. You would have made a settlement. Then a new career would have begun for her. From a moral point of view I really don’t think much of your great renunciation. Even as a beginning, it is poor. Besides, how do you
you know you are. Besides, Dorian, don't deceive yourself. Life is not governed by will or intention. Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself, and passion has its dreams. You may fancy yourself safe, and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings strange memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence