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The National Catholic Register:
The first thing we need to know about Wilde is that he was at war
with himself. Wilde the would-be saint and Wilde the woeful sinner were
in deadly conflict, one with the other. In this he was no different from
the rest of us. Throughout his life, even at those times that he was at
his most “decadent,” he retained a deep love for the Person of Christ
and a lasting reverence for the Catholic Church. Indeed, he spent much
of his life flirting with Catholicism. He almost converted as an
undergraduate at Trinity College in Dublin, and was on the brink of
conversion a year or so later as an undergraduate at Magdalen College,
Oxford. There were no doctrinal differences preventing him from being
received into the Church. He believed everything the Church believed and
even spoke eloquently and wittily in defense of Catholic dogmas such as
the Immaculate Conception. The only reason he failed to follow the
logic of his Catholic convictions was a fear of being disinherited by
his father if he did so. Years later, after his fall from favor
following the scandal surrounding his homosexual affair with Lord Alfred
Douglas, he spoke wistfully of his reluctant decision to turn his back
on the Church. “Much of my moral obliquity is due to the fact that my
father would not allow me to become a Catholic,” he confided to a
journalist. “The artistic side of the Church would have cured my
degeneracies. I intend to be received before long.” In the event, he was
finally received into the Church shortly before his death in 1900.
Needless to say, Wilde’s Christianity informed the moral dimension of
his work. His poetry exhibits either a selfless love for Christ or, at
its darkest, a deep self-loathing in the face of the ugliness of his own
sinfulness. His short stories are almost always animated by a deep
Christian morality, with “The Selfish Giant” deserving a timeless
accolade as one of the finest Christian fairy stories ever written. His
plays are more than merely comedies or tragedies; they are morality
plays in which virtue is vindicated and vice vanquished. And The Picture of Dorian Gray,
Wilde’s only novel and a true masterpiece of Victorian fiction, is a
cautionary tale in which a man destroys himself and those with whom he
comes into contact in his insane desire to escape from the constraints
of morality and the dictates of his conscience.
This is shocking enough, and warrants the censorship of Wilde’s
puritanical modern admirers, but it’s only a small part of the whole
shocking story. It is not only Wilde who succumbed to the love that dare
not speak its name. Most of the other Decadents who influenced Wilde or
with whom he fraternized also fell in love with Christ and His Church.
Charles Baudelaire, Paul Verlaine and Joris Karl Huysmans, the leading
lights of the French Decadence, were all received into the Catholic
Church, the last of whom spending the last years of his life attached to
a monastery. Even more shocking is the fact that Wilde approved of
Huysmans seeking solace at the monastery, expressing a desire to do the
same. Needless to say, there was no mention of this in the Paris
exhibition, its being hidden away in the safely locked closet. (Read more.)
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