House and Garden
Errands
Reading
Moving
Kinwork
I know Oscar Wilde only through plays and epigrams. I didn't know what I expected from a novel. Not much novel, anyway, lots of epigrams (which Lord Henry Wotton supplied in abundance*), melodrama, decadence.
It was better than I expected, and even lacked a goofy curse, spell, or other gimmick to explain the phenomenon. But just because it was 19th century does not mean it needed the faux science of Shelley and Stevenson and Wells.
I didn't understand the botany. First lilacs, then tulips; and iris bloomed before cherries were ripe.
* In abundance: deliberate "Rocky Horror Picture Show" reference, since that's how excessive I expected it to be.