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Yellow Wallpaper and Metamorphosis
I tend to be a rather direct disliking absurd or strange ways of writing that deviate from convention. However, I did admire the Yellow Wallpaper and The Metamorphosis and I actually quite like The Metamorphosis. The major reason i liked … Continue reading → Continue reading →
The Metamorphosis
People show their true selves not in ordinary, but extraordinary circumstances. We spend our lives studying the way we should think and the way we should act based on the context of our daily routines, and it is only when that routine is shattered that we can take a good look in mirror and tell […]
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The Yellow Wallpaper and Metamorphosis
I’ve read the Yellow Wallpaper many times before and each time reading it has been interesting. The protagonist’s thoughts and actions show the reader that it was possible for her illness – I assume she was depressed after giving birth … Continue reading →
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“The Metamorphosis” and lack there of…
I had heard of Kafka once before, in Prague on a walking tour where there is a statue representing one of his other books in honor of him. I had forgotten the name of Kafka and just remembered the story. … Continue reading → Continue reading →
Kafka and Gilman
This past summer, my family and I traversed Eastern Europe for a month. One of our stops was Prague in the Czexh Republic. I’ll never forget when we came across the home of Franz Kafka and my father almost jumped with excitment. I was well aware of who Kafka was, and the fact that he’d […] Continue reading →
Mad women? from Attica to Attic
The title for this brief post is a bit cryptic and inspired by my reaction to Gilman’s The Yellow Wallpaper and the way in which this story appears to continue a literary tradition of connecting strong females with madness, one … Continue reading
Mad women? from Attica to Attic
The title for this brief post is a bit cryptic and inspired by my reaction to Gilman’s The Yellow Wallpaper and the way in which this story appears to continue a literary tradition of connecting strong females with madness, one … Continue reading
Eliot’s Poetry: Playing on Ambiguity
I give up. I’ve tried so hard to fight my internalized spite of poetry, but I can’t change how I feel. The Wasteland is not my cup o’ tea. I like some poetry; I’ve read Plath, Tennyson, Joyce and others with modest enjoyment. There are actually a couple in particular I can recite from heart […]
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“The Metamorphosis”
Perhaps the oddest thing about Franz Kafka’s celebrated short story, “The Metamorphosis,” is how stubbornly it resists the notion that it is an allegory or extended metaphor. Though dreams are invoked in the very first line–“Gregor Samsa woke one morning … Continue reading →
The Waste Land
The final stanza of T S Eliot’s The Waste Land encapsulates much of what has gone before. It comprises four languages, multiple allusions, abrupt transitions and changes in register and tone: London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down … Continue reading →
