Oscar Wilde

Vera; Or, The Nihilists (eBook, ePUB)

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Produktbeschreibung

"Vera; Or, The Nihilists" by Oscar Wilde is a gripping and politically charged play that explores themes of revolution, idealism, and betrayal in the volatile landscape of 19th-century Russia. Set against the backdrop of a country on the brink of upheaval, the play follows the clandestine activities of a group of nihilist revolutionaries led by Vera Sabouroff, a young woman determined to overthrow the oppressive regime of Tsar Nicholas I. As the plot unfolds, we are drawn into a world of intrigue, conspiracy, and moral ambiguity, where loyalties are tested and alliances shift with alarming speed. Wilde's characters are complex and multifaceted, grappling with the weight of their convictions and the consequences of their actions in a society fraught with political tension and social unrest. Through vivid dialogue and dramatic tension, Wilde exposes the moral dilemmas inherent in the pursuit of revolutionary ideals, challenging audiences to confront the complexities of political activism and the human cost of ideological warfare. "Vera; Or, The Nihilists" is a powerful exploration of the clash between idealism and pragmatism, as well as a timeless reflection on the nature of power and the pursuit of justice in an unjust world.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: True Sign Publishing House
• Erscheinungstermin: 31. Mai 2024
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9789362533005
• Artikelnr.: 73554748

Autorenporträt

A Critic in Pall MallBy Oscar WildeAs one enters Rome from the Via Ostiensis by the Porta San Paolo, the first object that meets the eye is a marble pyramid which stands close at hand on the left. There are many Egyptian obelisks in Rome-tall, snakelike spires of red sandstone, mottled with strange writings, which remind us of the pillars of flame which led the children of Israel through the desert away from the land of the Pharaohs but more wonderful than these to look upon is this gaunt, wedge-shaped pyramid standing here in this Italian city, unshattered amid the ruins and wrecks of time, looking older than the Eternal City itself, like terrible impassiveness turned to stone. And so in the Middle Ages men supposed this to be the sepulchre of Remus, who was slain by his own brother at the founding of the city, so ancient and mysterious it appears but we have now, perhaps unfortunately, more accurate information about it, and know that it is the tomb of one Caius Cestius, a Roman gentleman of small note, who died about 30 b.c. Yet though we cannot care much for the dead man who lies in lonely state beneath it, and who is only known to the world through his sepulchre, still this pyramid will be ever dear to the eyes of all English-speaking people, because at evening its shadows fall on the tomb of one who walks with Spenser, and Shakespeare, and Byron, and Shelley, and Elizabeth Barrett Browning in the great procession of the sweet singers of England. And the name of the young English poet is John Keats. Lord Houghton calls this cemetery 'one of the most beautiful spots on which the eye and heart of man can rest,' and Shelley speaks of it as making one 'in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place' and indeed when I saw the violets and the daisies and the poppies that overgrow the tomb, I remembered how the dead poet had once told his friend that he thought the 'intensest pleasure he had received in life was in watching the growth of flowers,' and how another time, after lying a while quite still, he murmured in some strange prescience of early death, 'I feel the flowers growing over me.'