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martifeliciani's review
5.0
It is very hard to know the absolute truth. It becomes even harder when said truth is tainted by countless sets of ideas, words and prejudices. The “truth” is nothing more than a word, subjective, and to each person there is one truth. It is only natural, therefore, that one story can take different turns and styles depending on who is writing it. De Profundis is a beautiful work of art, a piece that conveys the suffering and purest love of the one who wrote it. Many things have been said about that letter, but no one can deny it is a confession of pure and utter love. As it was made for one set of eyes only, one feels wicked while reading, like one is entering an intimate realm in which we were not meant to be a part of. Bosie’s work is clearly made to be read, which makes it more bearable. It nevertheless managed to bring tears to my eyes, because of many reasons which I will state.
Bosie feels the need to excuse himself of his relationship with men, especially his relationship with Oscar Wilde, because he lived in an era where said relationships meant time in prison. This to me is an inexcusable and wicked flaw in society, and I wish I could tell him and Wilde that there was nothing wrong whatsoever with the way they felt. In both De Profundis and Bosie’s work, we see from both authors a lot of pain and contempt with one another, but most of all one can read between the lines the love they had for each other. Wilde did not try to hide it, probably because, as I said, his letter was meant for Bosie only, but even Bosie in his attempt to downplay the whole thing as a “vice”, he could not help but add that love he felt between his lines. A love that was corrupted by society and then by their friends, their enemies, and everyone else in between. Bosie feels angry at De Profundis, he feels angry that he will be remembered moslty because of his relationship with Oscar Wilde and he is, to this day, remembered by it. As I said, the truth isn’t, I don’t think, in either of the pieces, though I do feel for Bosie when he says he has been made the villain of the story because it’s true. Bosie is portrayed everywhere as this vicious man who corrupted Wilde and then abandoned him to his misery, a myth which I always have known to be untrue or, at the very least, a very corrupted version of the truth. The other people who have played parts in this, such as Ross and Harris, had their own agenda and their reasons to attack or defend either men. I do believe Bosie when he says he suffered inmensley fron this whole ordeal. I believe him when he says he never left Wilde, mostly because it has been proven. I am inclined to believe he did not receive De Profundis until much later, because it explains his angry reaction in writing Oscar Wilde and Myself. I also believe Wilde when he says Bosie was spoiled, as being an aristocrat I expect no less. I believe the incidents both men portrayed to have some truth, and I definitely believe Ross made a huge part in turning them to each other. But most of it all, I believe it completely unfair that such a “sin” that today would have been seen as a simple relationship, not only ruined the lives of two great authors and brought one to death, but it also will remain in history forever as the scandal it was at the time. I am glad we have come to such a progress, but it saddens me to think of them living this atrocious nightmare..
Love becomes such a wicked word when it is tainted by jealousy and fear, by public opinion.
Bosie feels the need to excuse himself of his relationship with men, especially his relationship with Oscar Wilde, because he lived in an era where said relationships meant time in prison. This to me is an inexcusable and wicked flaw in society, and I wish I could tell him and Wilde that there was nothing wrong whatsoever with the way they felt. In both De Profundis and Bosie’s work, we see from both authors a lot of pain and contempt with one another, but most of all one can read between the lines the love they had for each other. Wilde did not try to hide it, probably because, as I said, his letter was meant for Bosie only, but even Bosie in his attempt to downplay the whole thing as a “vice”, he could not help but add that love he felt between his lines. A love that was corrupted by society and then by their friends, their enemies, and everyone else in between. Bosie feels angry at De Profundis, he feels angry that he will be remembered moslty because of his relationship with Oscar Wilde and he is, to this day, remembered by it. As I said, the truth isn’t, I don’t think, in either of the pieces, though I do feel for Bosie when he says he has been made the villain of the story because it’s true. Bosie is portrayed everywhere as this vicious man who corrupted Wilde and then abandoned him to his misery, a myth which I always have known to be untrue or, at the very least, a very corrupted version of the truth. The other people who have played parts in this, such as Ross and Harris, had their own agenda and their reasons to attack or defend either men. I do believe Bosie when he says he suffered inmensley fron this whole ordeal. I believe him when he says he never left Wilde, mostly because it has been proven. I am inclined to believe he did not receive De Profundis until much later, because it explains his angry reaction in writing Oscar Wilde and Myself. I also believe Wilde when he says Bosie was spoiled, as being an aristocrat I expect no less. I believe the incidents both men portrayed to have some truth, and I definitely believe Ross made a huge part in turning them to each other. But most of it all, I believe it completely unfair that such a “sin” that today would have been seen as a simple relationship, not only ruined the lives of two great authors and brought one to death, but it also will remain in history forever as the scandal it was at the time. I am glad we have come to such a progress, but it saddens me to think of them living this atrocious nightmare..
Love becomes such a wicked word when it is tainted by jealousy and fear, by public opinion.
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