At first I was annoyed, confused, and bored by Wilde's dialectic insight into lying and how it relates to art. By the end though I was completely enthralled and contemplative.
It's definitely one of the more fascinating things I've read and I'm honestly not sure how I feel about it. It forced me to rethink a lot of things and I suspect it will be quite some time before I conclude my stance on the subject of life and nature imitating art rather than the other way around.
Throughout the short work I definitely detected a bit of a sense of satire on the part of Wilde, or at the very least some sarcasm.
I really don't know how to (and indeed rather not) summarize the work's doctrines rightfully, but all I can say is it was worth the read and it's really a bummer when an Oreo slips from your grasp and slowly descends to the deepest depths of the milk glass.