" Wilde's brilliance is in his snarky dialogue and unfailingly snide social commentary. I figured it was about time I actually read this one, since I've seen the movie version several times and loved it. The play is a quick, delightful read, though the Bigger Issue At Hand (idolizing people instead of loving them, faults and all) gets a bit buried under all the cleverness and societal shenanigans. I was also extremely disappointed with Gertrude's last monologue, which, while it's basically just paraphrasing Lord Goring and should therefore be blamed on him, heavily implies that a woman's only real purpose in life is to love and support her husband because men have far more difficult lives than women do. And no, I don't think this particular speech is meant sarcastically (though I'd love it if that's the case and I just missed it). So yes, I could do without the woman living to support her man theme (maybe Gertrude should forgive her husband because, I dunno, she loves him, not because A Woman Has No Right To Judge), but then again, Wilde was a product of his time, so I guess modern readers shouldn't judge too harshly. "
— earthy, 2/17/2014