Each
week The Library of America will post to your email account a free “Story of
the Week” from a volume in their large catalog. You can sign up for this at http://www.loa.org
This
week, they are featuring “The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
from American Fantastic Tales, edited by Peter Straub. If you like tales that make you think after
you shudder, you might find American Fantastic Tales interesting.
I
am providing a brief discussion of “The Yellow Wallpaper,” as well as a
discussion of another story in the book, Poe’s “Berenice,” which is not one of
his most popular tales, but certainly one of his most curious.
Charlotte Perkins Gilman, “The Yellow Wall-Paper”
"The
Yellow Wall-Paper" is a story originally published in the late nineteenth
century (1892), but which has only relatively recently been anthologized and
widely read because of its thematic relevance to the rise in academic feminism
in U.S. universities. The story can be
seen as a criticism of the treatment of women in the nineteenth century,
particularly the issue of madness as a way men controlled women or else as a
way women escaped from, or rebelled against, men. However, the story can also be read as an interesting use of the
technique of first-person point of view and the relationship between writing
and reality--especially the difference between traditional male and female
texts.
The
story makes use of a common convention of what has often been called women's
fiction--gothic romance. It opens with
the typical hereditary estate, which the narrator is tempted to call a
"haunted house," and then introduces the convention, best known in
Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre," of the mysterious mad woman in the
upstairs room. However, the primary
convention the story uses is the traditional difference between how men and
women supposedly approach reality. The
husband, who is a doctor or scientist, has no patience with faith,
superstition, or anything that cannot be physically verified and converted to
mathematical figures. This contrasts
with the wife's imaginative power and her "habit of
story-making."
Serving
as a background to this tension is the wallpaper itself, which gives the story
its title--an image of domestic "woman's things," but which takes on
significance because of the nature of the "patterns" that it
embodies. If students isolate all those
references to the wallpaper in the story, they will see how the patterns begin
to take on an ominous expression of reality.
The nature of the woman's "madness" is projective and thus
identified with the nature of writing, for she creates meaningful patterns and
then responds to the patterns as if the meaning existed in them instead of
being projected on them. Although this
may be at least one definition of madness, it is also a definition of the
artist, who creates meaning out of patterns that readers take to be real and
significant. The difference between
madness and art, of course, is between allowing the projection to possess one only
temporarily or being drawn into it obsessively without the desire or ability to
escape.
What
the narrator does is to transform a "pointless pattern" into a
meaningful one by following it to its conclusion or end and thus determining
its purpose. The narrator says she
knows little of the principal of design, but that she does know that there is
no law or rule that governs the pattern of the wallpaper. Of course, as the story proceeds and she
perceives or projects a woman behind the pattern, the reader knows that
inevitability the woman must be herself, for the conventional rule that applies
here is that if one projects a pattern, the pattern then indeed reflects the
self. The story thus involves two basic
notions of patterns that the reader may need to unravel--patterns created by
society itself that entrap a woman and bind her and patterns the mind of the
woman herself creates that follow only the law of her own psychic
distress.
A
1982 film version of this story invents a number of elements to present the
story as a male/female conflict in which the male is responsible for the
madness of the female. For example,
there is the difference between what the wife writes--her impressions and
personal thoughts in a small notebook she keeps hidden in her pocket--and what
the husband writes--a schedule that controls her every move and an academic
paper. Thus, the story is about the
woman's external life dominated by her husband's schedule and her inner life
captured by her own notebook, which her husband wishes to deny her. In one scene the husband explains that he
wants things solid, wants to get at the "reality of things"; he says,
for example, that once pollination was explained to him, the mystery of love
vanished.
A number of
other inventions, such as a mysterious young girl who occasionally rides
through the landscape outside the house on a bicycle, suggest the possibilities
of the wife when she was a young girl herself, possibilities that have been
closed off by the patterns that control her.
Throughout the film, the dialogue emphasizes the husband's view that the
wife thinks too much, that her imagination is her worst enemy. He argues that
to be healthy she must be "calm and pink"; for him the essence of
woman is body not mind; as a doctor friend of the husband says to her,
"You must put on flesh."
The
woman realizes that she seems to be living in a world of her own, but that the
more it becomes her own the less control she has over it. Indeed, her inner world becomes
externalized. At the end of the film,
the conflict between the man and woman is made most explicit by a montage of
shots that cut back and forth between the man reading his paper at a
professional meeting and the woman tearing off the paper from her walls. What the woman wishes is to expose what lies
behind the patterns, to destroy the patterns themselves, and to free the woman
who is entrapped there. The climactic
scene occurs when a hand comes out of the wall and a mysterious woman in a
yellow dress kisses her and the two become one.
Edgar Allan Poe, “Berenice”
What
Poe wanted to evoke in the story “Berenice" (March 1835) was some physical
manifestation of identity that was both expressive of the self and suggestive
of permanence. And the one last remnant of expression that remains after death
and decay of the body would be the teeth. Perhaps the strange and seemingly
over generalized first paragraph of the story indicates Poe's realization that
his metaphor did not work, for it seems a case of special pleading. He focuses on the manifold misery and
wretchedness of the earth that derives from the fact that beauty results from
unloveliness, that evil results from good, and that joy is born out of sorrow.
The narrator focuses on a chamber filled with books--"a palace of imagination...the
wild dominions of monastic thought and erudition.” Spending his childhood with books and in reverie results in what
he calls an inversion in his thoughts:
The
realities of the world affected me as visions, and as visions only, while the
wild ideas of the land of dreams became, in turn,--not the material of my
everyday existence--but in very deed that existence utterly and solely in
itself.
This
is the most resounding statement in Poe's fiction of the central thrust of his
vision, for it reflects the basic romantic mode of presenting the everyday
world as strange and unusual and the fantastic world of dream and imagination
as the only reality.
Moreover, this is Poe's most
emphatic statement of his idea of the intensity of interest. Although the disease that falls on Bernice
is the disease of epilepsy, which Poe uses as a metaphor for death, the
narrator's disease, what he calls a "monomania," consists of a
"morbid irritability of those properties of the mind in metaphysical
science termed the attentive" (II, 211). He describes an "intensity of interest"
for "even the most ordinary objects of the universe." However, the objects with which he becomes
absorbed are not objects as such, for he singles out such things as a frivolous
device in the typography of a book, a shadow falling aslant a tapestry, the
steady flame of a lamp, the perfume of a flower, and the monotonous repetition
of some common word, "until the sound, by dint of frequent repetition,
ceased to convey any idea whatever to the mind.”
This condition, like the condition
of the perverse, defies analysis or explanation. Furthermore, he insists that his "undue, earnest, and morbid
attention thus excited by objects in their own nature frivolous” is not to be
confused with mere rumination. It is
not, he argues, even an exaggeration of such rumination, but something quite
different. Whereas the dreamer
gradually loses sight of the object of his attention in deductions and
suggestions deriving from it, in his own case, the primary object of his
attention assumes an unreal importance and at the termination of the reverie,
instead of disappearing, attains that "supernaturally exaggerated interest
which was the prevailing feature of the disease. In a word, the powers of mind more particularly exercised were
with me, as I have said before, the attentive, and are, with the
day-dreamer, the speculative.”
The narrator is fully aware of his
obsession, for he notes that he never loved Berenice as a living and breathing
individual, but as the embodiment of a dream:
not
as a being of the earth, earthly, but as the abstraction of such a being; not
as a thing to admire, but to analyze--not as an object of love, but as the
theme of the most abstruse although desultory speculation.
As Berenice becomes more and more
emaciated, that is, as the body wastes away and the face becomes more
skull-like, the teeth become more predominant.
Consequently, it is the teeth that become the center of his monomania;
"they alone were present to the mental eye," for he transforms them
into a metaphoric embodiment of pure "idea" and thus the ultimate
metaphor of his desire. The only twist
in the story, a grotesque twist that contributes to its ghastly nature, is the
fact that Berenice is not dead but only in an epileptic coma when the narrator
pulls out her teeth as she lies in her tomb.
Poe's obsession with the Ideal and
his abhorrence of body is less likely to be a result of his own psychological
anxieties and fears, as some readers have assumed, than an inevitable
implication of his metaphysical and aesthetic theories that true reality was
purely pattern rather than merely physical.
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