Wilde

Welcome back to Artist’s Corner, the bit of my blog where I wow the world with my artistic talents. Of which I have few.

Prior to my April love letter to the cartoons of my youth, I was using this bit of my blog to pay homage to some of the great literary figures of days gone by. To be fair, they were mostly literary figures whose work I’d never read.

I don’t profess to be an educated man. I mean I am an educated man of sorts, just not a well-educated man. I can read. I just tend to read stuff that isn’t very challenging.

But happily, today’s literary great is someone I can get on board with, because I do enjoy a bit of Oscar Wilde. Indeed I’ve paid homage to the great man on this blog before – in this brilliant piece I wrote way back in the early days of my blogging adventure.

So, it only seems appropriate to pay homage to him again.

Mainly because I drew a picture of him.

Although, I do live Reading, which is of course where he spent some time. Granted, that time was spent in Reading Prison (then known as Reading Gaol) so I don’t suppose he was too fond of the place. I wouldn’t hold that against him. It’s not like he deserved to go to prison, he was just unfortunate to live in less enlightened times.

Indeed, as a town, we are rather fond of our Oscar Wilde connection. Reading Prison ceased actually being a prison back in 2013 and last year it opened its doors to the public for a brief period of time, when it was used to host an art exhibition. I went to it and it was pretty good. Some of the art went over my head a bit, but the history of the prison was a genuinely intriguing reflection of social evolution over the last hundred(ish) years.

Wilde’s cell was open to the public during the exhibition, but, as it had been a working prison up until it’s recent closure, his cell was pretty much the same as all the other cells. Which were all horrible and definitely served as a reminder to me not to commit any crimes.

Or at least not to get caught.

There are a lot of rumours about what is going to be done with the old prison now it’s no longer in use.

One rumour is that they’re going to turn it into a theatre.

I think Wilde would appreciate the irony in that.

 

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  1. I wasn’t going to read this today but I can resist everything except temptation so I did.

    Like your hometown, Bodmin has a gaol that is no longer used. Nothing happened or happens there though and it closed as a gaol in 1927.
    After being used as a laughable tourist attraction with dodgy waxwork type models posed in ‘typical’ examples of scenes of 18th and 19th century tortures, the building will shortly open as a luxury hotel. I imagine in doing this conversion they moved the locks to inside the doors and the tortures have been updated.

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      1. My sis, who goes to England yearly (for her sins), says that her main complaint is the water pressure, or lack thereof. We are used to being pummelled into submission when showering here. When I was a kid, my mum (ex-pat) used to make us share bathwater, a holdover from HER days. Thinking of it now I get very queasy.

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    1. That is hilarious, Bryntin! In Victoria, we had a wax museum (sadly gone, someone left the heat on too high perhaps) which had a deliciously kitschy section dedicated to torture, and the usual figures of mayhem (Hitler, et al). The most disturbing diorama of which was the iron Maiden (no, not her) and the rack, replete with facial expressions of agony or religious zeal, depending on their devotion. Painfotainment, as someone coined.

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