it, I started thinking, wow.. this lady sounds a bit like me...
It's an interesting story. It says a lot about the mindset of the era in which
The husband, a physician of some sort, supposedly of great repute, would not
allow her to even acknolwedge to herself that something was wrong with
her mind. Yet he forced her to put aside all her intellectual pursuits and "get
plenty of fresh air and rest"... for what purpose? He told her nothing was
wrong with her; yet she was "sick"--but it was not a mental illness. The poor
woman. She was doomed.
At first I was annoyed with the writing style, thinking it was pretentious; but
then about the time I noticed the woman sounded like me, I realized how
well-written the character was. Believe it or not I used to obsess over
wallpaper in exactly the way this woman did in the early stages. lol. Our
similarities parted ways when she began to notice the woman creeping outside.
Well, I was never certain that there was a flesh and blood person in my wall
paper... I did think the husband overreacted a bit when he fainted at the end.
Laura k
qualis artifex pereo