The Yellow Wallpaper
by Charlotte Perkins Gilman.
It is very seldom that mere ordinary people like John and myself secure ancestral halls for the summer.
A colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, I would say a haunted house, and reach the height of romantic felicity–but that would be asking too much of fate!
Still I will proudly declare that there is something queer about it.
Else, why should it be let so cheaply? And why have stood so long untenanted?
John laughs at me, of course, but one expects that in marriage.
John is practical in the extreme. He has no patience with faith, an intense horror of superstition, and he scoffs openly at any talk of things not to be felt and seen and put down in figures.
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.
You see he does not believe I am sick!
And what can one do?
Steeped in hauntings that are threaded together in the imagination of the female protagonist The Yellow Wallpaper strips itself of any feeling of being a ghost story, but a ghost story it is! Haunted by malady and the self-realization that the female imagination is capable of seeing things outside of reality its protagonist central concern with madness uncovers the social and literary ideologies that contain the female writer.A superbly executed gothic nightmare – but for who?
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