A review by kjcharles
The Green Carnation by Robert Smythe Hichens

My God this was physically painful. A thinly veiled satire of Wilde and Lord Alfred Douglas, apparently written by a friends of theirs and lifting loads of lines from their daily chat, and if that is the case I am amazed anyone spoke to either of them. Self-satisfied pretentious drivel under a thin veil of moralising, with bonus anti Semitism and vague fears of paedophilia. Plus a weird plot whereby the Bosie character is trying to persuade a woman to marry him. Pointless and rather poisonous: with friends like this Wilde really didn't need enemies.