“Art is our spirited protest, our gallant attempt to teach Nature her proper place. As for the infinite variety of Nature, that is a pure myth. It is not to be found in Nature herself. It resides in the imagination, or fancy, or cultivated blindness of the man who looks at her.” (p. 4)
– Wilde, Oscar. The Decay of Lying. New York: Brentano’s, 1905.
Notes: imagination over reality, fiction as art, why “cultivated blindness”?
“Art, breaking from the prison-house of realism, will run to greet him, and will kiss his false, beautiful lips, knowing that he alone is in possession of the great secret of all her manifestations, the secret that Truth is entirely and absolutely a matter of style; while Life — poor, probably, uninteresting human life — tired of repeating herself for the benefit of Mr. Herbert Spenser, scientific historians, and compilers of statistics in general, will follow meekly after him, and try to reproduce, in her own simple and untutored way, some of the marvels of which he talks.” (p. 29)
– On the “cultured liar”, Wilde, The Decay of Lying
Notes: life imitating art, union of art and lying, reality as a prison
“The only reason for the existence of a novel is that it does compete with life. When it ceases to compete as the canvas of the painter competes, it will have arrived at a very strange pass.” (p. 64)
– James, Henry. The Art of Fiction. Upham, Crupples. 1885.
Notes: competition, novel versus life, representation versus competition
Does the novel strive to be life-like, or does it strive to be better than reality?