I'm going to say beforehand that this essay needs some serious work, and I am gladly taking any form of criticism.
When I found out that our summer reading assignment was The Picture of Dorian Gray, I expected it to be a fairly simple assignment. I had already seen the black-and-white 1945 movie version and I had been reading pre-1900 texts since seventh grade. However, the story was not at all like I thought it would be. I scanned the pages for something even remotely close to a positive statement, but there was none to be found. That got under my skin a little because the kind of literature I enjoy usually includes some degree of happiness. As I read further, I came to hate, loathe, and despise every character in the story, especially Lord Henry. It seemed like he didn't do anything, except come up with one epigram after another or go on about his principle of hedonism. Then there's good old Dorian Gray, the willing pupil of Lord Henry. Whenever it looks like he will do the right thing, he does the opposite, bringing ruin to the people who really care about him. What bothered me about this is the fact that anyone could be so weak as to allow themselves to become essentially "a face without a heart." On top of that, I can't quite comprehend Oscar Wilde's purpose in writing such a tale. Even after delving into an in-depth analysis of the central themes and motifs, I still don't understand what he was trying to prove. Was it really just to point out that art is useless?
When I found out that our summer reading assignment was The Picture of Dorian Gray, I expected it to be a fairly simple assignment. I had already seen the black-and-white 1945 movie version and I had been reading pre-1900 texts since seventh grade. However, the story was not at all like I thought it would be. I scanned the pages for something even remotely close to a positive statement, but there was none to be found. That got under my skin a little because the kind of literature I enjoy usually includes some degree of happiness. As I read further, I came to hate, loathe, and despise every character in the story, especially Lord Henry. It seemed like he didn't do anything, except come up with one epigram after another or go on about his principle of hedonism. Then there's good old Dorian Gray, the willing pupil of Lord Henry. Whenever it looks like he will do the right thing, he does the opposite, bringing ruin to the people who really care about him. What bothered me about this is the fact that anyone could be so weak as to allow themselves to become essentially "a face without a heart." On top of that, I can't quite comprehend Oscar Wilde's purpose in writing such a tale. Even after delving into an in-depth analysis of the central themes and motifs, I still don't understand what he was trying to prove. Was it really just to point out that art is useless?