The Yellow Wallpaper
Charlotte Perkins Gilman
26 pages, Paperback
ISBN: 1591090377
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Language: English
Publish: March 4, 2002
19th CenturyAudiobookClassicsFeminismFictionGothicHorrorMental HealthSchoolShort Stories
The Yellow Wallpaper is a short story by American writer Charlotte Perkins Gilman, first published in January 1892 in The New England Magazine. It is regarded as an important early work of American feminist literature, illustrating attitudes in the nineteenth century toward women’s physical and mental health. The story also has been classified as Gothic fiction and horror fiction. “The Yellow Wallpaper” is written in epistolary style, specifically as a collection of first person journal entries written by a woman whose physician husband has confined her to the upstairs bedroom of a house that he has rented for the summer. She is forbidden from working, and has to hide her journal entries from him, so that she can recuperate from what he calls a “temporary nervous depression;a slight hysterical tendency,” a diagnosis common to women in that period. Her husband controls her access to the rest of the house. A key locks the door. The story depicts the effect of confinement on the narrator’s mental health, and her descent into psychosis. With nothing to stimulate her, she becomes obsessed by the pattern and color of the wallpaper. “It is the strangest yellow, that wall-paper! It makes me think of all the yellow things I ever saw ; not beautiful ones like buttercups, but old foul, bad yellow things. But there is something else about that paper;the smell! … The only thing I can think of that it is like, is the color of the paper! A yellow smell.” In the end, she imagines that there are women creeping around behind the patterns of the wallpaper, and comes to believe that she is one of them. She locks herself in the room, now the only place where she feels safe, refusing to leave when the summer rental is up. “For outside you have to creep on the ground, and everything is green instead of yellow. But here I can creep smoothly on the floor, and my shoulder just fits in that long smooch around the wall, so I cannot lose my way.”