You could either situate the story within a larger sociohistorical context i. Given that the woman in the story goes mad because and her ability to express herself creatively is constricted, can the reader assume that the author is making a feminist statement? What differences do you observe in her opening insights and those which can be gleaned from the conclusion? It seems to be peppered with distorted heads with bulging eyes—the heads of other creeping women who were strangled by the pattern when they tried to escape it. The Yellow Wallpaper is a short story written to combat the modus operandi for curing depression in her day. By infantilizing the narrator, John dismisses her pleas to go downstairs. I pulled and she shook, I shook and she pulled, and before morning we had peeled off yards of that paper. If that woman does get out, and tries to get away, I can tie her! It does not do to trust people too much. The first pattern of the wallpaper can be seen as the societal expectations that hold women like the narrator captive.
Majority of women were then meant to be housewives and mothers and seen as the trophy wife and nothing more. She laughed and said she wouldn't mind doing it herself, but I must not get tired. She briefly considers jumping out of the window but realizes that doing so would be an indecent act, incongruent with societal norms. Nobody would believe what an effort it is to do what little I am able - to dress and entertain, and order things. This circumstance lends her writing a tone of abruptness and curtness. They get through, and then the pattern strangles them off and turns them upside down, and makes their eyes white! The furniture in this room is no worse than inharmonious, however, for we had to bring it all from downstairs. Gilman was very vocal about having written this story to prove the rest cure wrong after her own damaging experience.
The Yellow Wallpaper is written as a series of diary entries from the perspective of a woman who is suffering from post-partum depression. Then the floor is scratched and gouged and splintered, the plaster itself is dug out here and there, and this great heavy bed which is all we found in the room, looks as if it had been through the wars. And yet I cannot be with him, it makes me so nervous. It makes me think of English places that you read about, for there are hedges and walls and gates that lock, and lots of separate little houses for the gardeners and people. I see her on that long road under the trees, creeping along, and when a carriage comes she hides under the blackberry vines. He thought I was asleep first, but I wasn't, and lay there for hours trying to decide whether that front pattern and the back pattern really did move together or separately.
And that cultivates deceit, for I don't tell them I'm awake—O no! There is a very funny mark on this wall, low down, near the mopboard. The narrator detests the wallpaper, but John refuses to change rooms, arguing that the nursery is best-suited for her recovery. Such a dear girl as she is, and so careful of me! The goal of the treatment was to promote domesticity and calm her agitated nerves. It slaps you in the face, knocks you down, and tramples upon you. The wall-paper, as I said before, is torn off in spots, and it sticketh closer than a brother—they must have had perseverance as well as hatred.
The heroine has been told she's unwell and that this isolation will be good for her. During then women were never held accountable for any duties other than being house bidden due to the weakness of handling stress. Believing she must try to free the woman in the wallpaper, the woman begins to strip the remaining paper off the wall. But I said it was so quiet and empty and clean now that I believed I would lie down again and sleep all I could; and not to wake me even for dinner—I would call when I woke. I won't, even if Jennie asks me to. John is to stay in town over night, and won't be out until this evening.
I always fancy I see people walking in these numerous paths and arbors, but John has cautioned me not to give way to fancy in the least. She didn't know I was in the room, and when I asked her in a quiet, a very quiet voice, with the most restrained manner possible, what she was doing with the paper—she turned around as if she had been caught stealing, and looked quite angry—asked me why I should frighten her so! John thought it might do me good to see a little company, so we just had mother and Nellie and the children down for a week. This bedstead is fairly gnawed! There is one end of the room where it is almost intact, and there, when the crosslights fade and the low sun shines directly upon it, I can almost fancy radiation after all - the interminable grotesques seem to form around a common center and rush off in headlong plunges of equal distraction. The narrator's declining mental health is reflected through the characteristics of The Yellow Wallpaper In the grips of depression and the restrictions prescribed by her physician husband a woman struggles with maintaining her sanity and purpose. I suppose I shall have to get back behind the pattern when it comes night, and that is hard! Up and down and sideways they crawl, and those absurd, unblinking eyes are everywhere.
I have found out another funny thing, but I shan't tell it this time! It is an airy and comfortable room as any one need wish, and, of course, I would not be so silly as to make him uncomfortable just for a whim. I really have discovered something at last. The Omnibus of 20th Century Ghost Stories. In 1973 the Feminist Press issued a reprint of the 1899 version. And John is so queer now, that I don't want to irritate him. John; her husband is a psychologist and thinks that his wife has a mental disorder because of all the free thinking and puts her through the rest cure. She tries to convince her husband that they should leave the house, but he insists that she is improving and sees indulging her concerns as encouraging a dangerous, fanciful nature, when what is required is self-control.
If a physician of high standing, and one's own husband, assures friends and relatives that there is really nothing the matter with one but temporary nervous depression - a slight hysterical tendency - what is one to do? Charlotte Perkins Gilman had a difficult childhood after her father abandoned her family while she was still an infant. Local store prices may vary from those displayed. I wonder - I begin to think - I wish John would take me away from here! This oppressive husband leads his wife from a state of depression to a state of insanity and finally, to a state of isolation. It does not do to trust people too much. But what is one to do? I lie down ever so much now.
I fancy it is the pattern that keeps her so still. If we had not used it, that blessed child would have! Of course I didn't do a thing. It creeps all over the house. And it is like a woman stooping down and creeping about behind that pattern. If a physician of high standing, and one's own husband, assures friends and relatives that there is really nothing the matter with one but temporary nervous depression—a slight hysterical tendency—what is one to do? In the late 1800's, women were looked upon as having no effect on society other than bearing children and keeping house. At the time, postpartum depression was not recognized as a legitimate mental health issue.
I never saw so much expression in an inanimate thing before, and we all know how much expression they have! Weir Mitchell believed that nervous depression was a result of overactive nerves and ordered Gilman to cease all forms of creative activity, including writing, for the rest of her life. And I am alone a good deal just now. He said I was his darling and his comfort and all he had, and that I must take care of myself for his sake, and keep well. When the sun shoots in through the east window - I always watch for that first long, straight ray - it changes so quickly that I never can quite believe it. It is always the same shape, only very numerous.