
Devon Calhoun
⭐⭐⭐½ While this book didn’t completely captivate me, I still found it worth reading for its psychological depth and thematic weight. Not much happens in terms of external plot; instead, we’re immersed in Dorian’s inner world—his shifting mindset, his self‑absorption, and the philosophy he builds his life around. For me, Dorian ultimately reads as a narcissist. He begins as a naive young man who absorbs the vices, indulgences, and hedonistic ideals of others, weaving them into the moral fabric of his own identity. This borrowed worldview leads him into a profound identity crisis as he tries to live by values that were never truly his. Dorian is constantly praised for his beauty and youth, and he internalizes the idea that pleasure and aesthetic perfection are the highest forms of existence. Anything that contradicts this—aging, sorrow, grief, responsibility—he rejects entirely, even though these are natural parts of life. His refusal to accept them becomes the core of his downfall. Overall, the novel didn’t “wow” me, but its exploration of vanity, influence, and self‑deception made it a meaningful read.

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You got Dorian, his personality is inexistent. basil the painter, frail and always complaining. Henry who is too woke and bores you with his rambling. plot is an after thought. gained nothing from this. this book is praised because it's the first of it's kind for the Caucasian man. not because it deserves it.
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