It was a very gloomy sarurday today. I had a lot of weekend tasks to be done. But didnt feel like doing anything. Surfed all the tv channels; didnt find anything interesting. So had a small afternoon nap- something you feel you deserve after a long tiring week. After waking up, still I didnt feel like completing my works. I allowed myself to take a break promising myself to finish everything the next day. The only thing I can do at any time is reading books which had been my passion from my school days.
I tookup reading the book in the title written by Oscar Wilde. I feel I have read some other work of him also during my school days, but unable to recollect what. This book I have been reading for sometime. I took up this book intrigued by the title. I hoped it will talk about as the title suggests 'earnestness' or 'authenticity'. But to my disappointment it doesn't. I said I have been reading for some time now. Yes not because it is a voluminous book, but because it has a very boring start with multiple confusing names. Only later I realised that the theme of the novel lies in the names themselves.
The storyline seems to be a familiar one, one of a person in the disguise of an nonexisting character. Later he finds that he himself is the person in whose disguise he was. His own statement "it is a terrible thing for a man to find out suddenly that all his life he has been speaking nothing but the truth" brings it out well. Though it is a familiar story in these times, it should have been a new one in the times of Oscar wilde.
A story spun with a lot of sarcasm and fancies of each character, good for a one time read. If you are patient enough you can read it in few hours unlike me:)
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