The Picture of Dorian Gray

So Dorian makes his wish: let the painting grow old, and let his own face stay flawless. He would give his soul for it. What follows is the story of a man who spends his life chasing pleasure while a picture, locked away, keeps the ledger of everything he has done.

Wilde writes in epigrams that gleam and turn against themselves, and in prose that lingers over jewels, perfumes, music, and the strange power of a single yellow book. There is the actress Sibyl Vane, who calls Dorian her Prince Charming; there is Lord Henry, whose wit is a slow poison; there is Basil, undone by the friend he idolizes. Beneath the glittering talk runs a quieter question about what a face conceals and what it cannot — the question Basil puts plainly when he says, "Sin is a thing that writes itself across a man's face. It cannot be concealed."

Whether that holds true for Dorian is the door this book leaves open: a portrait behind a gilded screen, and no way to know what it now shows.