Oscar Wilde owed his most outstanding characteristics – his precocious intellectualism his flamboyance his hedonism his recklessness his pride his sense of superiority his liberal sexual values – to his parents. Oscar’s mother Lady Jane Wilde rose to prominence as a political journalist advocating in 1848 a rebellion against colonialism. Proud involved and challenging she became a salon hostess and opened the Wilde’s Dublin home at No. 1 Merrion Square to the public. Known as the most scintillating and stirring hostess of her day she passed on her infectious delight in the art of living to Oscar who imbibed it greedily. His father was Sir William Wilde one of the most eminent men of his generation. Acutely conscious of injustices in the social order Sir William laid the foundations for the Celtic renaissance in the belief that culture would establish a common ground between the privileged and the poor Protestant and Catholic. But Sir William was also a philanderer and when he stood accused of sexually assaulting a young female patient the scandal and trial sent shock waves through Dublin society. After his death the Wildes moved to London where Oscar burst irrepressibly upon the scene. The one role that didn’t suit him was that of the Victorian husband as his wife Constance was to discover. For beneath the swelling forehead was a self-destructive itch: a lifelong devourer of attention Oscar was unable to recognise when the party was over. The Fall of the House of Wilde for the first time places Oscar Wilde as a member of one of the most dazzling Anglo-Irish families of Victorian times and also in the broader social political and religious context. A remarkable and perceptive account this is a major repositioning of our first modern celebrity a man whose own fall from grace in a trial as public as his father’s marked the end of fin de siecle decadence.