In Story of an Hour, the author, Kate Chopin (I feel) demonstrates her resentment towards men by writing this piece with all direction of life without being bound to a man.
The story begins when a women; Mrs. Mallard is informed that her husband Brently Mallard was killed in a railroad accident. This naturally causes her despair and heartache. She falls asleep in her chair in gazing out the window. I think the significance in paragraph 5 is that she ends her feeling of despair and is kind of gazing, searching for a feeling that is tugging at her. I feel that Mrs. Mallard may have been abused by her husband, or even she maybe was married to Brently as a result of an arranged marriage and just never truly loved him perpetually. I think what she meant by: "suspension of intelligent thought"(193) is that while she's gazing off, it isn't in reflection of good times had with her husband, she is in search of something such as her silver lining. The opposite of this state of being, is found in passage 11, when this feeling that was tugging at her finally clicked: she was "Free, free, free!" (194). She was filled with excitement of her life to come without burden or containment. I feel the climax of this story really is found in paragraph 16: which really just a sentence: "Free! Body and soul free!" All points leads up to this state of being, for example, even at her death, it wasn't really elaborated on or even slightly set up as the main point of the story.
I really feel this reading as a narrator is telling the story, you could view it as the townspeople telling the story, but I don't get that vibe. One thing I also would like to comment about: "There was a feverish triumph in her eyes" (194). It could be taken due to the fact she had lost her mind. Possibly a kind of shock? In closing, it is interesting the way the author: Kate Chopin sets this story up, so mysterious, it makes it completely ambiguous. Which makes it a good reading story, but not something that could be made into a movie.
Friday, September 4, 2009
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