First published in 1968, this is the autobiography of the 20th century's Oscar Wilde. Quentin Crisp tells the story of his life up to then ("In the year 1908 one of the largest meteorites the world has ever known was hurled at the earth. It missed its mark. It hit Siberia. I was born in Sutton, in Surrey"), including his "employment" as a nude model and the sad and lonely search for love, or at least decent sex, by a thoughtful homosexual. After you get used to him, Wilde's lightness comes to seem more desperate than Crisp's more direct quips: "Vice is its own reward. It is virtue which, if it is to be marketed with consumer appeal, must carry Green Shield stamps.... The one thing I would not wish on my worst enemy is eternal life."
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The review of this Book prepared by David Loftus
