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YELLOW WALLPAPER

The Yellow Wallpaper - A Descent into Madness
In the nineteenth century, women in literature were often portrayed as submissive to men.
Literature of the period often characterized women as oppressed by society, as well as by
the male influences in their lives. The Yellow Wallpaper presents the tragic story of a
woman's descent into depression and madness. Gilman once wrote Women's subordination will
only end when women lead the struggle for their own autonomy, thereby freeing man as well
as themselves, because man suffers from the distortions that come from dominance, just as
women are scarred by the subjugation imposed upon them (Lane 5). The Yellow Wallpaper
brilliantly illustrates this philosophy. The narrator's declining mental health is
reflected through the characteristics of the house she is trapped in and her husband,
while trying to protect her, is actually destroying her.
The narrator of the story goes with her doctor/husband to stay in a colonial mansion for
the summer. The house is supposed to be a place where she can recover from severe
postpartum depression. She loves her baby, but knows she is not able to take care of him.
It is fortunate Mary is so good with the baby. Such a dear baby! And yet I cannot be with
him, it makes me so nervous (Gilman 642).
The symbolism utilized by Gilman is somewhat askew from the conventional. A house usually
symbolizes security. In this story the opposite is true. The protagonist, whose name we
never learn, feels trapped by the walls of the house, just as she is trapped by her
mental illness. The windows of her room, which normally would symbolize a sense of
freedom, are barred, holding her in. (Biedermann 179, 382).
From the outset the reader is given a sense of the domineering tendencies of the
narrator's husband, John. The narrator tells us: John is a physician, and perhaps - (I
would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is dead paper and a great relief
to my mind) - perhaps that is one reason I do not get well faster (Gilman 640). It is
painfully obvious that she feels trapped and unable to express her fears to her husband.
You see, he does not believe I am sick. And what can one do? If a physician of high
standing and one's own husband assures friends and relatives that there is really nothing
the matter with one but temporary nervous depression - a slight hysterical tendency -
what is one to do? Her husband is not the only male figure who dominates and oppresses
her. Her brother, also a doctor, says the same thing (Gilman 640-641).
Because the story is written in diary format, we feel especially close to this woman. We
are in touch with her innermost thoughts. The dominance of her husband, and her reaction
to it, is reflected throughout the story. The narrator is continually submissive, bowing
to her husband's wishes, even though she is unhappy and depressed. Her husband has
adopted the idea that she must have complete rest if she is to recover. This is a direct
parallel to Gilman's life, wherein during her illness she was treated by a doctor who
introduced her to the rest cure. She was instructed to live a domestic life, only engage
in intellectual activities two hours a day, and never to touch pen, brush, or pencil
again as long as she lived (Gilman 640). In this story, the narrator's husband, John,
does not want her to work. So I . . . am absolutely forbidden to 'work' until I am well
again(Gilman 641). John does not even want her to write. There comes John, and I must put
this away - he hates to have me write a word(Gilman 642).
It is also a direct allusion to Gilman's personal experience that the narrator is
experiencing severe postpartum depression. Gilman suffered from the same malady after the
birth of her own daughter (Gilman 639). It is interesting that the room her husband
chooses for them, the room the narrator hates, is the nursery. The narrator describes the
nursery as having barred windows and being atrocious (Gilman 641-642). The narrator's
response to the room is a further example of her submissive behavior. I don't like our
room a bit. I wanted one downstairs that opened onto the piazza and had roses all over
the window, and such pretty old fashioned chintz hangings! But John would not hear of it
(Gilman 641). Although she is practically a prisoner in the room, she is given no voice
in choosing or decorating it. She attempts to justify John's treatment of her. He is very
careful and loving, and hardly lets me stir without special direction. I have a schedule
. . . I feel basely ungrateful not to value it more(Gilman 641). Even though she knows
that writing and socializing would help her recover faster, she still allows the male
figures in her life to dominate and control her treatment. I sometimes fancy that in my
condition, if I had less opposition and more society and stimulus - but John says the
very worst thing I can do is to think about my condition, and I confess it always makes
me feel bad(Gilman 641).
I believe that the narrator's husband loves her very much. He is tender with her and
speaks to her in a loving, sometimes child-like manner. However, he obviously does not
want anyone knowing the extent of his wife's mental illness, referring to it as a
temporary nervous depression - a slight hysterical tendency (Gilman 641). I believe this
is also a reflection of the way women and mental illness were perceived in the nineteenth
century. Women were supposed to let their men take care of them, and mental illness was
often swept under the carpet. The husband, John, did not want the stigma of mental
illness tied to his family. He says that no one but myself can help me out of it, that I
must use my will and self-control and not let any silly fancies run away with me. (Gilman
645). In reading this story I had to constantly remind myself that society today treats
mental illness differently, and that this was written from a nineteenth century
perspective.
The narrator continues to repress her own needs and allow her husband to dominate. Seeing
the wallpaper in the bedroom, she writes: I never saw a worse paper in my life one of
those sprawling, flamboyant patterns committing every artistic sin (Gilman 642). It is
also interesting to note that the bed in the room is a great immovable bed which is
nailed down (Gilman 644). I wondered if this was a metaphoric reference to her husband's
attitude about her illness.
As she looks out the window, she can see the garden. She describes flowers, paths, and
arbors. All that she sees outside is beautiful. Just as Gilman uses the room the woman
hates as a metaphor for her mental illness, she uses the beautiful garden as a metaphor
for the mental health the woman craves. The narrator's husband also stifles these
thoughts. I always fancy I see people waling in these numerous paths and arbors, but John
has cautioned me not to give way to fancy in the least. He says that with my imaginative
power and habit of story-making, a nervous weakness like mine is sure to lead to all
manner of excited fancies, and that I ought to use my good will and good sense to check
the tendency. So I try (Gilman 642).
The more time she spends in the room, the more obsessed with the wallpaper she becomes.
In her mind, the wallpaper becomes more than just wallpaper. It takes on human
characteristics. This paper looks to me as if it knew what a vicious influence it had
(Gilman 643)!
When the story begins the narrator refers to the house as haunted. This theme is again
brought to the forefront when she begins describing the wallpaper. There is a recurrent
spot where the pattern lolls like a broken neck and two bulbous eyes stare at you upside
down (Gilman 643). Gilman's sensory descriptions are ingenious. The descriptions are
intense and detailed. They make the reader a part of the story, increase suspense, and
help the reader's perception of the particular kind of insanity that afflicts the
narrator (Cunningham par. 1).
In reading the story we are provided not only detailed visual images, but vivid olfactory
descriptions as well. We are told:
But there is something else about that paper - the smell! I noticed it the moment we came
into the room, but with so much air and sun it was not bad. Now we have had a week of fog
and rain, and whether the windows are open or not, the smell is here.
It creeps all over the house.
I find it hovering in the dining-room, skulking in the parlor, hiding in the hall, lying
in wait for me on the stairs.
It gets into my hair.
Even when I go to ride, if I turn my head suddenly and surprise it-there is that smell!
Such a peculiar odor, too! I have spent hours trying to analyze it, to find what it
smelled like.
It is not bad -- at first, very gentle, but quite the subtlest, most enduring odor I ever
met.
In this damp weather it is awful. I wake up in the night and find it hanging over me.
It used to disturb me at first. I thought seriously of burning the house-to reach the
smell.
But now I am used to it. The only thing I can think of that it is like is the color of
the paper! A yellow smell. (Cunningham par. 2; Gilman 647)
The combination of Gilman's words, and the short choppy sentence structure, combine to
allow the reader grasp the depths of the narrator's insanity.
In addition to the sense of smell, the reader is also captured by the sense of touch. The
narrator tells us: The faint figure behind seemed to shake the pattern, just as if she
wanted to get out. I got up softly and went to feel and see if the paper did move and
when I came back John was awake (Gilman 645). She further tells us: The front pattern
does move - and no wonder! The woman behind shakes it(Gilman 647)!
It is through these compelling descriptions, utilizing the reader's senses, that Gilman
is pulling the reader into the narrator's world . . . these descriptions nearly perfectly
encapsulate what we might all imagine it is like to be insane(Cunningham par. 5). It is
as if the haunting images of the wallpaper mirror the haunting feelings inside the
narrator's mind. The heroine, unable to openly express her feelings to anyone, begins to
see herself through the wallpaper. She imagines a woman trapped behind the wallpaper,
just as she is trapped in the room and in her mind.
The wallpaper, and the barrier it poses to the woman behind it, as imagined by the
narrator, mirror the narrator's own thoughts about being confined in a room with barred
windows. At night in any kind of light, in twilight, candlelight, lamplight, and worst of
all by moonlight, it becomes bars! The outside pattern, I mean, and the woman behind it
is as plain as can be (Gilman 646). The heroine is also behind bars. I am getting angry .
. . but the bars are too strong . . . (Gilman 649). The behavior of the woman behind the
wallpaper mirrors the narrator's behavior. By daylight she is subdued, quiet. I fancy it
is the pattern that keeps her so still. It is so puzzling. It keeps me quiet by the hour
(Gilman 646). The narrator is also subdued in the daytime. I don't sleep much at night,
for it is so interesting to watch developments; but I sleep a good deal during the
daytime (Gilman 647).
Another parallel between the actions of the narrator and the woman behind the wallpaper
is reflected when the narrator looks out the window and sees her in that long shaded
lane, creeping up and down. I see her in those dark grape arbors, creeping around the
garden. I see her on that long road under the trees, creeping along, and when a carriage
comes she hides under the blackberry vines. I don't blame her a bit. It must be very
humiliating to be caught creeping by daylight: (Gilman 648)! The narrator is expressing
her own humiliation in having to sneak around. I always lock the door when I creep by
daylight. I can't do it at night, for I know John would suspect something at once(Gilman
648). Similarly, while her husband is away, the narrator sometimes will walk a little in
the garden or down that lovely lane, sit on the porch under the roses, . . . (Gilman
644).
As the narrator realizes the meaning of the wallpaper, her life begins to change. Life is
much more exciting now than it used to be. You see, I have something more to expect, to
look forward to, to watch. I really do eat better, and am more quiet than I was (Gilman
647).
It is apparent that she is still feeling imprisoned by her husband. I suppose I shall
have to get back behind the pattern when it comes night, and that is hard (Gilman 649)!
However, she has decided to rebel and break free. 'I've got out at last,' said I, 'in
spite of you and Jane. And I've pulled off most of the paper so you can't put me back'
(Gilman 650)!
Because the story is somewhat autobiographical, Gilman is able to vividly portray a
woman's descent into madness. She wrote the story to effect change in the treatment of
depressive women (Gilman 640). She once stated that It was not intended to drive people
crazy, but to save people from being driven crazy (Anderson par. 10). The story
brilliantly depicts a woman whose opinions and feelings have never been acknowledged or
recognized as valid in the real world. The room, and particularly the wallpaper she hates
so much, become the center of her world - her voice. She realizes the woman in the
wallpaper is herself, and is finally able to break free. Perhaps it can all be summed up
in this exchange: John is so pleased to see me improve! He laughed a little the other
day, and said I seemed to be flourishing in spite of my wallpaper. I turned it off with a
laugh. I had no intention of telling him it was because of the wallpaper . . . (Gilman
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