Critical Analysis Of The Yellow Wallpaper

However, the most important aspect of this room is the yellow wallpaper. The narrator despises it, loathing the colour and it’s pattern. She writes that it is “. . .dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate and provoke study, and when you follow the lame uncertain curves for a little distance they suddenly commit suicide--plunge off at outrageous angles, destroy themselves in unheard of contradictions.” (Gilman). This description of the wallpaper serves the purpose to show the reader the unjust restrictions of society that the narrator is subjected to; “. . .commentators have seen in this description of the wallpaper a general representation of “the oppressive structures of society in which [the narrator] finds herself” (Madwoman 90), . . .” (Haney-Peritz 116). The statement of “dull enough to confuse the eye” and “constantly irritating and provoking study” are alluding to the narrator’s sense of inferiority and burden while the “lame and uncertain curves” are referencing the absurd suggestions that her husband is providing. Finally the “suicide” is the unfortunate fate that is destined to occur if his counsel is followed. When describing the wallpaper the narrator writes that “The color is repellent, almost

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The "Yellow Wall Paper "by Charlotte Perkins Gilman, is a chilling study and experiment of mental disorder in nineteenth century. This is a story of a miserable wife, a young woman in anguish, stress surrounding her in the walls of her bedroom and under the control of her husband doctor, who had given her the treatment of isolation and rest. This short story vividly reflects both a woman in torment and oppression as well as a woman struggling for self expression. The setting of "The Yellow Wallpaper" is the driving force in the story because it is the main factor that caused the narrator to go insane.

Through a woman's perspective of assumed insanity, Charlotte Perkins Gilman comments on the role of the female in the late nineteenth century society in relation to her male counterpart in her short story "The Yellow Wallpaper." Gilman uses her own experience with mental instability to show the lack of power that women wielded in shaping the course of their psychological treatment. Further she uses vivid and horrific imagery to draw on the imagination of the reader to conceive the terrors within the mind of the psychologically wounded.

The yellow wallpaper in the room shows, symbolically, the narrator was being oppressed. The narrator hated the wallpaper because she saw herself as a prisoner of her own husband. Spending so much time in the room, the narrator studied the wallpaper in details and found the wallpaper somewhat represents her. "There is one place where two breadths didn't match, and the eyes go all up and down the line, one a little higher than the other" (pg280), "Such a peculiar odor, too" (pg 285) etc. The confusing pattern, the bar, the woman behind the bar, and the yellow color of the wallpaper allowed her to feel so helpless, as if she was a bird

Perkins Gilman’s ‘The Yellow Wallpaper’ and Edgar Allen Poe’s ‘The Fall of The House of Usher’ both serve a highly horrific purpose which is both good examples for the gothic. The strongest example of gothic is ‘The Fall of The House of Usher’ as it established the extreme horror intense and shows the gothic scene of the house.

The soft wind raps gently on the window, itching to taunt me. I scowl. The room is stuffy and the air is laced with the scent of bleach, a sterility too clean for a damaged place like this. Four, blindingly white walls trap me in an alabaster prison. These four walls remain, calm, stable when no one else has. When my mother and my friends have abandoned me because they’re scared of me. Everything has seeped away, everything I ever loved. These walls are all I have left. A symbol of what I have become. Empty.

As he sat stiff backed and upright in the hard wooden chair, Jotham looked around anxiously. He could only see three of the walls, and the ceiling, if he craned his neck upwards, but that was enough to make him very uneasy indeed. They were grey and bare - not silver grey, but a horrible murky grey, that made it seem like everything was closing in on him. The room was rectangular; not at all wide; there was perhaps a metre between him and the nearer two walls, but it was extremely lengthy; probably about fifteen metres long.

The short story “The Yellow Wallpaper” was written by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. This story gives the reader a glimpse into the mind of a woman struggling to come to terms with her reality. As the story progresses, Gilman gives the reader a sense of the frustrations the main character is being subjected to and how trapped, yet still ignored, she feels with her current situation. The yellow wallpaper symbolizes the narrator’s internal struggles.

Throughout history and cultures today, women have been beaten, verbally abused, and taught to believe they have no purpose in life other than pleasing a man. Charlotte Perkins Gillam uses her short story, "The Yellow Wallpaper" as a weapon to help break down the walls surrounding women, society has put up. This story depicts the life of a young woman struggling with postpartum depression, whose serious illness is overlooked, by her physician husband, because of her gender. Gillman 's writing expresses the feelings of isolation, disregarded, and unworthiness the main character Jane feels regularly. This analysis will dive into the daily struggles women face through oppression, neglect, and physical distinction; by investigating each section

My perspective of Gilman’s short story, "The Yellow Wall-Paper" is influenced by a great number of different and diverse methods of reading. However, one cannot overlook the feminist theorists’ on this story, for the story is often proclaimed to be a founding work of feminism. Further, the historical and biographical contexts the story was written in can be enlightened by mentioning Gilman’s relationship with S. Weir Mitchell. And I can’t help but read the story and think of Foucault’s concept of Panopticism as a method of social control. Lastly, of course, there’s the psychological perspective on the story, although in my readings of psychology, particularly the psychological knowledge surrounding both women and queers, I find the

2 discarded timber house was provided for Edmond to work with, later Edmond and Corrigan join them together and redesign the interior. Edmond focused on elements of “difference”, rescaling the interior to fit the children’s height. The children’s movement through the room in sequence following the sun’s movement, and out into a playground in the afternoon.

‘It was nursery first and then playroom and gymnasium, I should judge; for the windows are barred for little children, and there are rings and things in the walls. The paint and paper look as if a boys' school had

She sat up on the bearskin bed, at began to look around. At her feet was a wooden box that sat two feet tall and four feet wide. It rested against the wall, in the corner. She moved her gaze along the wall to the left and found an empty wall with a small window next to a door. Through the window she could see part of the wooden frame of the front porch. The door neared the corner of the cabin. As

In the beginning when she found the house, the door was behind overgrown masses of ivy. After hours of pushing and stumbling through the clinging fog like a psychotic savage in the silent and still hours she had found the house. Around 1 o’clock it was a great was a great relief for her to finally have some form of shelter. For many, they would have been frightened of the hidden crumbling rubble of the old Victorian cottage; but for her – it was her safe haven. But it was so lonely living like a hermit scared of the slightest sound. Whether it would be the withering wind or a snapping twig. She would roam around the house with an old rubbery candle as her only source of light. Every face in a picture would gaze at her. Their eyes following her everywhere – as if wary of her presence. The cobwebs strained to keep a formation as if they were waiting to breathe if the life out of the