I could tell Wilde was a fag immediately, took maybe less than 10 pages in
bunch of allegedly straight men sitting around acting like fairies, pulling poetry quotes out of their ass, dialogue consisting of eloquent flamboyant monologues about this and that society like it's a try hard broadway musical. Take the typical "charming British narrator" prose that every prominent anglo around that time seems to write in and add in the insufferableness of a flamboyant homosexual and you get A Picture of Dorian Gray. Dickens at least has a decent story, some good characters and doesn't come off like he's trying to show you how smart he is. I've heard his poetry is decent though.
as far as Austen goes if all her books are like P&P and Persuasion then she can take her self inserting, lazy title writing ass back to the kitchen. I mean she literally has moments in P&P where the characters say the title of the book like it's a Marvel movie. And don't get me started on the "story". Plain Jane who's more into books than her betrothed sister/friend/cousin whose way more beautiful but somehow Plain Jane ends up matched with a different amazing gentleman who comes out of nowhere, oh by the way there's something off about him maybe they have history together or he seems like an asshole but turns out they're a great match in the end! Repeat, repeat, repeat across endless walks to nowhere talking about nothing in identical estates located in Whothefuckgivesashitershire, England. I'll never forget this bitch literally wrote it so a character falls down a set of stairs (!!!) for no reason just so her self insert could get together with the man. I will say this, it probably slaps if your reading it from the perspective of a 17th century young noble woman or even a peasant or artisan who wants to see how the lords live, but the thing is I'm a 21st century male and I'm not going to pretend this shit is anything except Twilight but 300 years earlier
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