Richard Ellmann (1918–1987)
Autor/a de Oscar Wilde
Sobre l'autor
Obres de Richard Ellmann
The Norton Anthology of Modern and Contemporary Poetry, Volume 1: Modern Poetry (2003) — Editor — 312 exemplars
The Norton Anthology of Modern and Contemporary Poetry, Volume 2: Contemporary Poetry (2003) — Editor — 116 exemplars
Oscar Wilde at Oxford : a lecture delivered at the Library of Congress on March 1, 1983 (1984) 11 exemplars
W.B. Yeats's second puberty : a lecture delivered at the Library of Congress on April 2, 1984 (1985) 9 exemplars
James Joyce's hundredth birthday, side and front views : a lecture delivered at the Library of Congress on March 10,… (1982) 6 exemplars
Samuel Beckett, Nayman of Noland: A lecture delivered at the Library of Congress on April 16, 1985 (1986) 6 exemplars
And More Changes Still — Traductor — 4 exemplars
The backgrounds of Ulysses 1 exemplars
James Joyce Hayatı ve Eserleri 1 exemplars
The New Oxford Book of American Verse 1 exemplars
Golden Codgers: Biographical Speculations 1 exemplars
"Two Perspectives on Joyce" 1 exemplars
James Joyce Letters, Volumes II And III 1 exemplars
"A Crux in the New Edition" 1 exemplars
"Joyce as Letter Writer" 1 exemplars
"The Limits of Joyce's Naturalism" 1 exemplars
Joyce's Library In 1920. 1 exemplars
Joyce in Love 1 exemplars
"Ulysses, the Divine Nobody" 1 exemplars
POETRY OF THE ENGLISH-SPEAKING WORLD. 1 exemplars
Obres associades
The Picture of Dorian Gray and Other Writings (1890) — Editor, algunes edicions; Pròleg, algunes edicions — 2,439 exemplars
De profundis : epistola: in carcere et vinculis (1905) — Preface, algunes edicions — 1,606 exemplars
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (Viking Critical Library) (1914) — Col·laborador, algunes edicions — 413 exemplars
Penguins 60s Classics (Loose as the Wind; Now Remember; Florence Nightingale; Rumpole and the Younger Generation;… (1996) — Col·laborador; Col·laborador — 12 exemplars
A Mirror for Modern Scholars: Essays in Methods of Research In Literature (1966) — Col·laborador — 11 exemplars
Etiquetat
Coneixement comú
- Nom oficial
- Ellmann, Richard David
- Data de naixement
- 1918-03-15
- Data de defunció
- 1987-05-13
- Gènere
- male
- Nacionalitat
- USA
- Lloc de naixement
- Highland Park, Michigan, USA
- Lloc de defunció
- Oxford, Oxfordshire, England, UK
- Causa de la mort
- motor neurone disease
- Llocs de residència
- Highland Park, Michigan, USA (birth)
Oxford, Oxfordshire, England, UK (death) - Educació
- Yale University (B.A.|1939|M.A.|1941|Ph.D|1947)
Trinity College, Dublin (B.Litt|1947) - Professions
- literary critic
editor
professor - Relacions
- Ellmann, Mary (wife)
Ellman, Lucy (daughter)
Atlas, James (student) - Organitzacions
- Oxford University
Yale University
Northwestern University
Bread Loaf School of English
United States Navy (WWII) - Premis i honors
- National Book Award (Nonfiction, 1960)
Pulitzer Prize (Biography, 1989)
National Book Critics Circle Award (1988)
James Tait Black Memorial Prize (1982)
American Academy of Arts and Letters (1971)
Fellow, British Academy (1979) (mostra-les totes 7)
Fellow, Royal Society of Literature
Membres
Ressenyes
Llistes
Premis
Potser també t'agrada
Autors associats
Estadístiques
- Obres
- 49
- També de
- 19
- Membres
- 6,826
- Popularitat
- #3,580
- Valoració
- 3.9
- Ressenyes
- 38
- ISBN
- 146
- Llengües
- 12
- Preferit
- 1
- Pedres de toc
- 177
Se amate questo scrittore, non potete assolutissimamente perdervi questa biografia. Sappiate che quando avrete voltato l'ultima pagina, saprete quasi quante volte andava in bagno Mr. Wilde. Il lavoro svolto da Ellmann, infatti, è certosino e accurato, oltre ad aver coperto quasi un ventennio della sua vita.
Detto questo, sappiate che ho impiegato due settimane circa per costringermi a continuare la lettura dal momento che ho letto Lord Douglas. Voi vi chiederete che bisogno ne avessi mai, visto che anche le pietre conoscono per sommi capi le vicende della vita di Wilde. Be', credetemi, non sono mai stata tanto felice di essermi presa del tempo prima di proseguire una lettura. Il fatto è che passa un oceano tra “sapere la biografia per sommi capi” e “conoscere lo strazio che è stato inflitto a quest'uomo”. E dire che ho anche letto il De Profundis. Non si può dire che non fossi preparata (e, infatti, ho optato per prendere fiato prima di sapere).
Il punto è che è difficile oggi non percepire come orribilmente ingiusta la pena inflitta a Wilde, con tutto ciò che ne è seguito. Come per il massacro degli indios nelle Americhe o per la persecuzione dei cristiani nell'antica Roma, la nostra mente ha ben chiaro quanto sia stato sbagliato (o almeno lo è per quelle menti lontane da una particolare forma di stupidità). Questo, infatti, induce Ellmann a commentare, a chiusa della biografia, che Oscar Wilde è più un uomo del nostro tempo che dell'epoca vittoriana.
He belongs to our world more than to Victoria’s. Now, beyond the reach of scandal, his best writings validated by time, he comes before us still, a towering figure, laughing and weeping, with parables and paradoxes, so generous, so amusing, and so right.
Oggi non troveremmo niente di sbagliato nel pretendere che la società ci accetti per come siamo e si vergogni della propria ipocrisia, e anche Wilde era di questo avviso.
He asked it to tolerate aberrations from the norm, such as homosexuality, to give up its hypocrisy both by recognizing social facts and by acknowledging that its principles were based upon hatred rather than love, leading to privation of personality as of art.
Ma la società vittoriana inglese non aveva nessuna intenzione di cedere alla richiesta di Wilde, e sappiamo come è andata a finire. È davvero straziante leggerlo nero su bianco, sia i terribili anni della prigionia (quando malattia e malnutrizione erano scambiati per pigrizia e riluttanza al dovere), sia l'esilio (che a Wilde in alcuni momenti sembrò peggiore dello stesso carcere, quando molti che erano stati suoi amici si voltavano dall'altra parte se lo incrociavano per strada).
His stubbornness, his courage, and his gallantry also kept him there. He had always met adversity head on, to face hostile journalists, moralistic reviewers, and canting, ranting fathers. A man so concerned with his image disdained to think of himself as a fugitive, skulking in dark corners instead of lording it in the limelight. He preferred to be a great figure, doomed by fate and the unjust laws of a foreign country.
The move took place on 21 November, and proved to be the single most humiliating experience of Wilde’s prison life. Handcuffed and in prison clothing, he had to wait on the platform at Clapham Junction from two to half past two on a rainy afternoon. A crowd formed, first laughing and then jeering at him. One man recognized that this was Oscar Wilde, and spat at him. ‘For a year after that was done to me,’ Wilde wrote in De Profundis, ‘I wept every day at the same hour and for the same space of time.’
One warder was assigned to cut his hair, which at Wandsworth had been allowed to grow out a little. ‘Must it be cut?’ asked Wilde, with tears in his eyes; ‘you don’t know what it means to me.’ It was cut.
‘Why do you not write now?’ she asked. ‘Because I have written all there was to write. I wrote when I did not know life, now that I know the meaning of life, I have no more to write.’ Then, less penitently, he said, ‘I have found my soul. I was happy in prison because I found my soul.’ Anna de Brémont felt close to tears, but they had reached the pier, and he said, ‘Contessa, don’t sorrow for me,’ and left her.… (més)