In fin-de-siècle London, years pass. Dorian moves through drawing rooms and back streets alike, adored in public, feared in whispers, shedding scruple as easily as he changes gloves. Locked away, the canvas becomes his secret history ...
Wilde’s only novel is epigrammatic, intoxicating—a glittering comedy of manners that turns, sentence by sentence, into a gothic meditation on desire, art, and the price of perfect appearances.