About the author

Horace Tweed-Bottomley introduces JD Ellevsen, the author of WildeTimes.net

mock-serious man smoking pipe

Horace Tweed-Bottomley

I was making my way to the Bodleian one otherwise pleasant day when an antipodean arriviste accosted me, thrusting some chapters of a novel about Oscar Wilde into my unwilling hands. JD Ellevsen asked for an opinion of said manuscript, and also asked for comments on the Man Booker Prize. I was polite. Unfortunately, JD mistook this for acquiescence, as colonials are wont to do.

Quite unbidden, JD Ellevsen went on to confess a passion for Oscar Wilde’s works and life that was sparked one day in a basement bookshop on George Street, Sydney, circa 1990. How I envy Wilde. He would not have considered JD Ellevsen fit to wash his collars, but at least Wilde has the advantage of being safely dead.

Having worked in book publishing, JD is aware that this Oscar Wilde ‘novel’ is unlikely to be published. I can certainly attest that Henry James’s ghost need fear no rival for the title of The Master.

This provincial non-entity called JD Ellevsen continues to importune me with intermittent scribblings, ‘tweets’, ‘pins’ and LibraryThing entries. When one thinks of all the novels that might have been completed, one is almost grateful that the internet, TV and other mindless entertainments exist.

Now that I’ve written this profile for WildeTimes.net (formerly frombooktobook.wordpress.com), I trust that JD Ellevsen will leave me in peace, but I fear that it will not be so. We seem to have developed a symbiotic relationship. JD tells me that I am a parody, an alter ego and an “inner critic”. I’ve referred JD to Waffington in Psychology, Philosophy and Linguistics; he takes an interest in such psychobabble.

Dr Horace Tweed-Bottomley


 

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