Oscar Wilde in Leadville, Colorado
- ️Wed Mar 01 2017
Harper’s Bazaar 10 June 1882
I came across this Thomas Nast cartoon earlier this week. The caption reads, “Wilde on US. Something to “Live Up” to in America.”
“Mr. Oscar Wilde has lately delivered a lecture in New York on Art Decoration…. In all his travels, he says, the only well-dressed men he has seen have been the miners of the Rocky Mountains. ‘Their wide-brimmed hats, which shade their faces from the sun and protect them from the rain, and the cloak, which is by far the most beautiful piece of drapery ever invented, may well be dwelt on with admiration. Their high boots, too, were sensible and practical. They only wore what was comfortable, and therefore beautiful.'”
At the top of the cartoon are sketches of boxers, a liquor bottle, fighting roosters, and houses with the caption “Leadville.”
You can find more about the history of the Irish in the silver mining town of Leadville, CO in my post here. As part of his tour of the United States in 1882, Wilde traveled to Leadville, Denver, and Colorado Springs. He gave a talk to Leadville’s miners at the Tabor Opera House on art and aesthetics, and drank a remarkable amount of whiskey.
In his Impressions of America, Wilde noted:
From Salt Lake City one travels over the great plains of Colorado and up the Rocky Mountains, on the top of which is Leadville, the richest city in the world. It has also got the reputation of being the roughest, and every man carries a revolver. I was told that if I went there they would be sure to shoot me or my travelling manager. I wrote and told them that nothing that they could do to my travelling manager would intimidate me. They are miners – men working in metals, so I lectured to them on the Ethics of Art. I read them passages from the autobiography of Benvenuto Cellini and they seemed much delighted. I was reproved by my hearers for not having brought him with me. I explained that he had been dead for some time which elicited the enquiry ‘Who shot him’? They afterwards took me to a dancing saloon where I saw the only rational method of art criticism I have ever come across. Over the piano was printed a notice:
Oscar Wilde, Impressions of America
The mortality among pianists in that place is marvellous.