In Gilman's "The Yellow Wallpaper" is shown a typical courtly yet condemning generation in which the treatment for the narrator's depression is to simply pretend that it does not exsist. As the narrator sinks deeper and deeper into depressed state, and becomes quieter and quieter, her 'loving' husband becomes convinced that she is becoming better in her drab and twisting environment. Oh! One might exclaim, but she is eating more and getting plenty of rest! But what are these to a mind that lies trapped within its self? To a mind that sees only one means of escape?
This was a sad story in which much of the author shines through into the narrator.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
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