I’m surprised how much like an Edgar Allan Poe story this book is at times. There’s obviously the painting, but more subtly is the creeping paranoia Dorian has of his servant.

Again we get the dramatic events happening off stage but Dorian’s reaction to the news is handled really well by Wilde; I feel like he’s finally a real character.

The homoerotic stuff is funny but makes sense; Dorian is Helen and Paris.