‘I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects. A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies. I have not got one who is a fool.’

‘The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself.’

‘Philanthropic people lose all sense of humanity. It is their distinguishing characteristic.’

‘Youth! Youth! There is absolutely nothing in the world but youth!’

‘To get back one’s youth, one has merely to repeat one’s follies.’

‘Women are a decorative sex. They never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly.’

‘Being adored is a nuisance. Women treat us (men) just as Humanity treats its gods. They worship us, and are always bothering us to do something for them.’

‘Yet it was watching him, with its beautiful marred face and its cruel smile…… For every sin that he committed, a stain would fleck and wreck its fairness.’

‘I like men who have a future, and women who have a past.’

‘One can survive anything nowadays, except [Death.]’

It makes me proud as Punch, as an Irish person, to know that the two best horror novels in the English language were penned by Irish blokes; DRACULA by Bram Stoker and Oscar Wilde’s THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY. (Go on, argue with that if you dare, lol.)

The latter was published first in LIPPINCOTT’s monthly magazine in July 1890, although the editor had taken it upon himself, without Wilde’s knowledge or permission, to edit chunks of what he considered to be the most morally suspect bits.

The book tells the story of an exceptionally handsome young man, the titular Dorian Gray, who has come into money left him by his grandfather and is free to live the life of a rich Victorian gentleman, unencumbered by money worries or the need to work for a living. Nice work if you can get it, eh?

The two men who help to shape Dorian’s dreadful destiny are the painter Basil Hallward and the toff Lord Henry Wooton. Basil Hallward paints the titular picture of Dorian, and in it the young man’s extraordinary beauty simply shimmers on the canvas. Basil genuinely feels as if Dorian has inspired him to do his best work ever.

This is where the bored, jaded and ultra-cynical Lord Henry comes in. He is the master of the bon mot, and comes out with such witticisms as: ‘There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.’ And here’s what he has to say about the state of matrimony: ‘The one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.’ Oh, how utterly dazzling, Lord Henry, and what a wag you are!

Dorian says to him: ‘You cut life to pieces with your epigrams.’ And you’ll never guess what Lord Henry has to say about the fairer sex: ‘We have emancipated them, but they remain slaves looking for their masters, all the same. They love being dominated.’ What a jerk, lol. It would surprise no-one, I daresay, to find out that Henry’s own marriage in the book is neither happy nor successful.

It’s Lord Henry, who, when he sees the stunning portrait, rather nastily (and, let’s face it, probably jealously too) reminds Dorian that his physical beauty has a sell-by date that’s approaching stealthily even now. Dorian for the first time becomes uncomfortably aware of both his beauty and its transient nature. Here’s what he says:

‘How sad it is! How sad it is! I shall grow old, and horrible and dreadful. But this picture will remain always young. It will never be older than this particular day in June. If it were only the other way! If it were I who was to be always young, and the picture that was to grow old! For that- for that- I would give everything! Yes, there is nothing in the whole world I would not give! I would give my soul for that!’

And there you have it. On one glorious summer’s day, the die is cast, the Faustian pact made. The picture will bear the brunt of all of Dorian’s years and excesses, while Dorian himself will remain always as youthful and as handsome as he is now.

In the years to come, heavily influenced by the satyr-like Lord Henry, who is as bad a friend and as base an influence a young innocent boy could ever despair of having around him, Dorian experiments with every vice available to the rich young Victorian gentleman and, as we can imagine, that’s probably a hell of a lot of vices.

The book is sparing on the detail, but we imagine all sorts: women (just look at what happened to the poor tragic little actress, Sibyl Vane!), brothels, sadomasochism and every kind of sexual experimentation known to man, booze, opium and other drugs, gambling, extreme selfishness, manipulating, using and abusing friends, girlfriends and others and ultimately letting them down with a massive bang, to name just a few of the earthly vices. Egged on by Lord Henry, Dorian does it all.

And are there really no consequences? Well, the brother of the ill-used Sibyl Vane wants to avenge his sister: ‘And believe me that if this man wrongs my sister, I will find out who he is, track him down and kill him like a dog, I swear it.’

Also, keeping the portrait a secret from the people in his life proves to be an almost unbearable strain for Dorian. He locks the hideous thing, which changes for the worse every time Dorian commits yet another evil deed, into a disused room in his mansion and puts a screen over it, but it haunts him night and day nonetheless.

It’d be a bit like being put in charge of a stinking decomposing corpse and secreting it somewhere in your gaff, whilst hoping against hope that the stench won’t permeate through the rest of the rest of the house and alert the neighbours…

Dorian finds temporary escape in his intensive study of jewels, perfumes, music, tapestries, embroideries and even ecclesiastical vestments, but nothing can distract him forever from the Portrait in the Attic. His reputation is in shreds all over London: association with him brings shame, ignominy and even death to all who consort with him. And then comes an incident which causes things to unravel at an alarming rate:

‘Alan, in a locked room at the top of this house, a room to which nobody but myself has access, a dead man is seated at a table…’

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY, Wilde’s only novel, is easy to read and about 256 pages in length. I’ll leave you with another quotable quote from a book that is positively chock-a-block with them: ‘Eternal youth, infinite passion, pleasures subtle and secret, wild joys and wilder sins, he was to have all these things. The portrait was to bear the burden of his shame: that was all.’ Yes, that was all, indeed…


Sandra Harris is a Dublin-based novelist, poet, short story writer and film and book blogger. She has studied Creative Writing and Film-Making. She has published a number of e-books on the following topics: horror film reviews, multi-genre film reviews, women’s fiction, erotic fiction, erotic horror fiction and erotic poetry. Several new books are currently in the pipeline. You can browse or buy any of Sandra’s books by following the link below straight to her Amazon Author Page:

Her debut romantic fiction novel, ‘THIRTEEN STOPS,’ is out now from Poolbeg Books.





What a brilliant concept by Oscar Wilde, and what a tragic end he came to. His book THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY has remained a classic of horror fiction to this day. It’s right up there with Bram Stoker’s DRACULA, Mary Shelley’s FRANKENSTEIN, Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu’s CARMILLA and Robert Louis Stevenson’s THE STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE.

I love this film version, even if I do consider the excessively youthful Ben Barnes to be blank-faced and vacuous and as vacant and as an empty toilet cubicle, but then the whole point of the story is that Dorian’s face remains angelic and serene while his portrait takes the hits.

Do we all know the story? Greenhorn Dorian Gray comes to London in the late nineteenth century to inherit his horrible old deceased grandfather’s massive estate. One of the first people he meets, unfortunately for him, is the dissolute middle-aged toff Lord Henry Wotton, who immediately sets about making the innocent and virginal Dorian as corrupt as he is.

Henry Wotton really thinks he’s the bee’s knees, swanning around making pithy, epigrammatic statements that are pure Wilde but with a little twist or tweak; for example, instead of saying: ‘I can resist everything except temptation,’ a famous Wildean quotation, he says: ‘The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.’

He would have been a fop in an earlier era, complete with wig and fan, and would have lounged about declaring to all and sundry about how he’s about to simply expire from ennui. He’s clearly jealous of Dorian’s youth, grace and beauty, and Dorian later throws back in his face the fact that he, Dorian, has the balls to engage in all the dirty shenanigans available to the rich toff in London Town whereas Wooton is too cowardly to go the whole hog.

Dorian is not averse to sampling all the devious, twisted delights the London social scene has to offer, especially once he’s made a pact with the devil that ensures that he will remain young and beautiful forever. What’s the catch, though?

Well, he’s sold his soul to the devil, so he will from now on be a vessel for evil rather than good, and the fabulously life-like portrait painted of him by celebrated gay artist Basil Millward will age and sour instead of the real Dorian. It all sounds like a sweet deal at first, but selling one’s soul to Satan means that, sooner or later, one has to pay the piper…

Oh, the dissolute pleasures to which Dorian gives himself up! He deflowers virgins and barely bats an eyelid when they become pregnant with his offspring and kill themselves with the shame of his rejection of them. He ruins debutantes just for the hell of it, then seduces their ageing mothers just because he can, and to mess with their silly heads.

Drink, smoking, drugs, Chinese opium dens, sex orgies, homosexual sex, bondage, sadomasochism, even bloody murder; Dorian engages in every kind of depravity you can name and probably some you can’t, with actresses, whores, rent-boys and drug addicts. His face remains youthful and smooth while upstairs, locked away behind bars in his attic, his portrait grows foul and maggotty with the weight of all Dorian’s vice.

Tongues do start to wag, however, especially when Dorian returns from a Continental trip of many years with his face as smooth and unlined as when he left, while all his contemporaries, such as Henry Wooton and Henry’s Aunt Agatha, have aged horribly.

Dorian becomes a bit of an outcast. After all, what sorcery or witchcraft permits a man to retain his youth and good looks long after he should have surrendered them to Old Father Time…? People are wary and suspicious of the young cad, ‘young’ being the operative word.

Even his old mucker Henry Wooton wants nothing to do with him any more. But Henry has a perfectly valid reason for declaring Dorian Gray to be persona non grata. Henry has a grown-up daughter now, a daughter who loves Dorian, of all people, but Henry fears for his little girl. He’s already seen what special fate Dorian Gray reserves for little girls…

The costumes, setting and scenery in this film are absolutely stunning. The fabulous and atmospheric Highgate Cemetery even features in one scene. Not much to giggle at in the film, but the funniest bit is definitely when Dorian Gray, without warning, suddenly turns into Hugo Weaving, the Elf King from THE LORD OF THE RINGS series of films. Watch it for yourself. You’ll see…!


Sandra Harris is a Dublin-based novelist, poet, short story writer and film and book blogger. She has studied Creative Writing and Film-Making. She has published a number of e-books on the following topics: horror film reviews, multi-genre film reviews, women’s fiction, erotic fiction, erotic horror fiction and erotic poetry. Several new books are currently in the pipeline. You can browse or buy any of Sandra’s books by following the link below straight to her Amazon Author Page:

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