The Story of an Hour by Kate Chopin (604-607) was about a woman, Mrs. Mallard found out the news of her husbands death. Her sister Josephine broke the news to her. Her husbands friend Richard was in the newspaper office when the intelligence of the railroad disaster was received. Like most people dealing with the loss of someone close to them grief sets in right away. Mrs. Mallard stormed to her room where she could be alone. As she peered out the window with head thrown back and upon a cushion sitting there motionless, taking it all in. Then all of a sudden something began to come over her. Her pulse beating fast and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body. She let out of her mouth a little whisper, "free, free, free!" It goes on and describes her real feelings towards her husband. There would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself. No powerful will bending her in that blind persistence with which men and woman believe in. She loved him, but she only says sometimes. It is like she grieved for him because he was her spouse and she cared for him, but then she felt a sense of freedom. It then takes a turn for the worse her sister gets her out of the room and she clasped to her sisters waist and together they descended down the stairs. Doctors came and said she had died of heart disease--of joy that kills.
This piece was very interesting to me, it had different Turing points in such a short story with a short timeline in the story. The woman's husband must have been controlling in a way, for her to feel so sad yet relived she could live for herself now and not him. I could understand someone feeling this way in a certain situation with there spouse or significant other. I like how they compared her death to a joy that kills.
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Wait a moment. I'm confused. Did he die or did she? How is her death a "joy that kills?"
ReplyDeleteHe died....then she died later. What I got out of it was that she in a way was joyful he died in the end and it killed her. That is what i got out of it, "joy that kills"
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