Wilde and Douglas (Kirk)


When we think of the name Douglas in connection with Oscar Wilde we usually have in mind Oscar’s golden lover-Boy of that ilk—we do not necessarily conjure up visions of the rugged American screen legend, Kirk Douglas.

But today there are two reasons why we should.

First, it is actor Kirk‘s 100th birthday; so congratulations to him.

Second, we need to turn to Kirk because our theme is self-sacrifice, and it’s difficult to imagine the lordly Alfred, that over-privileged lily of lilies, in that role never mind imagining him as an enslaved gladiator—which we need to do as therein lies our story.

Perhaps Kirk Douglas’ most famous role was as Spartacus in Stanley Kubrick’s film of that name. And perhaps the most famous scene in the film is the epic show of solidarity when each of the recaptured slaves in turn claims “I am Spartacus” thus forgoing leniency in exchange for the same fate of crucifixion as their rebel leader.

This classic cinematic moment reminiscent of a poignant story about Oscar and his fellow prisoners in Reading Gaol. A story that is perhaps only the fruit of Wilde’s fertile Christ-complex, but here is how he related it to André Gide:

I entered prison with a heart of stone, and thought only of my own pleasure; but now my heart is quite broken; pity has entered in; I know now that pity is the greatest and loveliest thing in the world. And that is why I can have nothing against those who condemned me, for without them I would not have experienced all this…


…You must know that in prison one has but an hour in the sunshine, that is, one marches around the yard in a circle, one after the other, and is forbidden to say a word. One is watched, and there are dreadful punishments if one is caught talking. The novices, who are in prison for the first time, can be distinguished by their inability to speak without moving their lips. For ten weeks I had been there, and had not spoken a word to a soul. One evening, just as we are making our round, one behind the other, I suddenly hear my name spoken behind me. It was the prisoner behind me, who was saying: ‘Oscar Wilde, I pity you, for you are suffering more than me.’ I made the greatest efforts not to be observed, and said, without turning around: ‘No, my friend; we all suffer alike.’ And on that day I did not think of suicide.

In this way we often talked together. I knew his name and what he was in for. He was called P— , and was a fine fellow! But I had not yet the trick of speaking with motionless lips, and one evening ‘C. 33!’ ( that was I ) ‘C. 33 and C. 48 fall out!’ We left the rank, and the turnkey said: ‘You are to go before the warden!’ And as pity was already in my heart I had fear only for him; I was even happy that I must suffer on his account. Well, the warden was simply a monster. He called P— first; he wished to hear us separately since the punishment for the one who has spoken first is twice as heavy as for the other; usually the former gets a fortnight in the dark cell, the latter only a week; so the warden wanted to know which of us two had been the first. And of course P— said he was. And when the warden interrogated me presently, of course I, too, said it had been I. That enraged the man so that his face went scarlet, for he could not understand such a thing. ‘ But P— declares also that he began! I don’t understand…’

He could not understand! He was very much embarrassed. ‘But I have already given him fourteen days…” and then: ‘Very well! If this is the case, you simply both get fourteen days.’ Splendid, that, eh? The man simply had not an atom of imagination.

Naturally, after the fourteen days, our desire to talk was all the keener. You know how sweet is the sensation of suffering for others. Gradually—one did not always parade in just the same sequence—gradually I managed to talk with all of them! I knew the name of every single one, his story, and when he would be leaving prison. And to each I said: The first thing you are to do when you come out is to go to the post-office; there will be a letter there for you with money. There were some splendid fellows among them. Will you believe me if I tell you that already some three of my fellow prisoners have visited me here? Is that not wonderful?



Recollections of Oscar Wilde, by Percival Pollard,  Ernest La Jeunesse, André Gide, Franz Blei. Published 1906.


1) Prisoners in the Exercise Yard at Newgate Prison, Gustave Doré, 1872.
2) Photographs of prisoners in Reading Gaol before their discharge or transfer © Berkshire Record Office.

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John Cooper

John Cooper is a independent scholar who has spent 30 years in the study of Oscar Wilde. He is a long-standing member of the Oscar Wilde Society, a founding member of the Oscar Wilde Society of America, and a former manager of the Victorian Society In America. For the last 20 years Cooper has specialised in Wilde’s 1882 lecture tour becoming a consultant on Wilde’s American experience to biographers and the wider media. Cooper lectures on Wilde and has conducted new and unique research into Oscar Wilde visits to New York culminating in a guided walking tour. Online he is a popular blogger and the creator of the noncommercial archive 'Oscar Wilde in America’ which incorporates his work on the Sarony photographs, and a detailed documentary verification of Wilde’s American lecture tour. In 2012 Cooper rediscovered Wilde's essay The Philosophy Of Dress that forms the centerpiece to his book Oscar Wilde On Dress (2013).

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