The vivid descriptions allow the reader into the psyche of the narrator, which illustrates her ever-deepening mental illness. Through seeing the women in the wallpaper, the narrator realizes that she could not live her life locked up behind bars. I lie down ever so much now. But John says if I feel so, I shall neglect proper self-control; so I take pains to control myself-- before him, at least, and that makes me very tired. She tried to get me out of the room--it was too patent! As I've already stated Gillman's use of syntax begins in a controlled way. She is relieved because she feels that now she is free from confinement. This wall-paper has a kind of sub-pattern in a, different shade, a particularly irritating one, for you can only see it in certain lights, and not clearly then.
This paper looks to me as if it knew what a vicious influence it had! But I must get to work. Here, the narrator begins to imagine seeing another person behind the wallpaper—someone she characterizes in grotesque language. When John arrives home, she refuses to unlock the door. The imagery of the wallpaper takes on more significance as the narrator's illness severely deepens. She could not have this. Everything she writes is in one or two sentence increments and she often signs off when she sees her husband approaching.
This bedstead is fairly gnawed! I see her on that long road under the trees, creeping along, and when a carriage comes she hides under the blackberry vines. The narrator gives us several detailed descriptions of the hideous wallpaper. There are things in that paper that nobody knows but me, or ever will. I want to astonish him. I know a little of the principle of design, and I know this thing was not arranged on any laws of radiation, or alternation, or repetition, or symmetry, or anything else that I ever heard of. Archived from on August 5, 2014. She holds a journal on her lap, and a pen rose to her chin.
I wish he would take another room! It is only three weeks more and then we will take a nice little trip of a few days while Jennie is getting the house ready. It goes behind every piece of furniture, except the bed, a long, straight, even smooch, as if it had been rubbed over and over. You are gaining flesh and color, your appetite is better, I feel really much easier about you. A lovely country, too, full of great elms and velvet meadows. The women in the story is an open mind individual. This is the last day, but it is enough. I don't blame her a bit.
All those strangled heads and bulbous eyes and waddling fungus growths just shriek with derision! As the story progresses, signs of her loss of composure become evident and it becomes increasingly more difficult to explain the events that occur. She also has a brother who is a physician, and he says the same thing. The use of imagery and setting helps show this theme throughout the story. I don't like the look in his eyes. And that cultivates deceit, for I don't tell them I'm awake--O no! As soon as it was moonlight and that poor thing began to crawl and shake the pattern, I got up and ran to help her.
No wonder the children hated it! And I am alone a good deal just now. I never saw such a garden--large and shady, full of box-bordered paths, and lined with long grape-covered arbors with seats under them. But I must say what I feel and think in some way--it is such a relief! I never thought of it before, but it is lucky that John kept me here after all, I can stand it so much easier than a baby, you see. I wanted one downstairs that opened on the piazza and had roses all over the window, and such pretty old-fashioned chintz hangings! When she rips away the wallpaper at the end of the story, we can understand this as her desperate attempt to free herself from her prison. Not only does she include the theme of imprisonment to show the effects of isolation on mental patients, but also to suggest the importance of gender equality, as women are imprisoned by the roles society places them into.
Forgoing other rooms in the house, the couple moves into the upstairs nursery. Some of these issues were within their control, but many of them were outside of the realm of control for women. Of course I never mention it to them any more--I am too wise,--but I keep watch of it all the same. The production was reprised in 2012 at Dublin's Project Arts Centre Cube. I turned it off with a laugh. Archbishop used the story as a reference and a for the situation of women in the church in his sermon at the ordination of the first women priests in on 7 March 1992 in. On the last day of summer, she locks herself in her room to strip the remains of the wallpaper.
In her entries, the narrator personifies the wallpaper in her room and begins to view it as a living entity. Finally, she breaks with sanity, and the end of the story suggests, although does not actually confirm, that she attempts suicide. Then she said that the paper stained everything it touched, that she had found yellow smooches on all my clothes and John's, and she wished we would be more careful! It is only as her insanity sets in, as she succumbs, not to her husband but to the wallpaper itself, that she is made free. Journal of the Australasian Universities Modern Language Association. John says if I don't pick up faster he shall send me to Weir Mitchell in the fall. In other instances, she will abruptly end a sentence by imagining how John would dismiss her. My brother is also a physician, and also of high standing, and he says the same thing.
And I'll tell you why--privately--I've seen her! Can you not trust me as a physician when I tell you so? Is it that she cannot leave? She has gone from who she used to be, before she had her baby, before her post-partum depression, and has turned yellow. It is as good as gymnastics, I assure you. If you can imagine a toadstool in joints, an interminable string of toadstools, budding and sprouting in endless convolutions--why, that is something like it. The narrator has no say in even the smallest details of her life, and she retreats into her obsessive fantasy, the only place she can retain some control and exercise the power of her mind. The fact is I am getting a little afraid of John.