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The Picture of Dorian Gray (with an Essay by Jules Barbey D'Aurevilly)

The Picture of Dorian Gray is a classic novel by Oscar Wilde, known for its exploration of aestheticism and the consequences of pursuing beauty at any cost. The story follows the protagonist, Dorian Gray, who becomes obsessed with his own portrait, which ages while he remains youthful. Jules Barbey D'Aurevilly's essay provides additional insights into the novel's themes. more

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Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde, born on October 16, 1854, in Ireland, and died on November 30, 1900, was a renowned Irish writer, playwright, and poet. His works are known for their wit, satire, and unique style, with notable works including 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' and 'Lady Windermere's Fan'. more

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