Rating classics is never easy, and this book is no exception. The book might seem like one thing but it is entirely another when you realize that the author was using sarcasm and irony to take a dig at his fellowmen and women.
I found out there is an uncensored version out there, and I'm more interested in reading that to see why this book made so many people restless.
This book belongs to Henry more than it does to Dorian. After all, it's the puppeteer who pulls the strings, like it or not.