The Weight of Angels by John Boyne
February 1895, the Albemarle Club. Three friends have told Oscar Wilde to sue the Marquess of Queensberry, his solicitor has privately advised him not to, and Lord Alfred Douglas is screaming at him across the table to destroy his father in open court. Wilde tears the offending calling card into four pieces, balls the scraps up, and flicks them into the melting ice of a champagne bucket. He will not sue. Bosie tells him their friendship is finished and walks out. The Weight of Angels by John Boyne runs five hundred and seventy pages on from that flick of a thumb, and Wilde lives to be ninety-eight. Where The Weight of Angels Sits Three shelves claim it at once, and that is the first thing worth knowing. It is biographical fiction, catalogued by the Library of Congress under Wilde and under contemporaries of Wilde, which is accurate: the book is as interested in who was in the room as in who was speaking. It is alternate history, formally, with a single clean branch point in …








