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 →
“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 →
Kafka and Gilman
I stated in my Frankenstein blog post that Frankenstein was my most favourite read to date in Arts One, but The Metamorphosis and The Yellow Wallpaper is a close second. One thing that irked me while reading The Metamorphosis is … Continue reading →
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Kafka, and How He Dented My Wall
After a great seminar with the RealMcNeilley, I was informed that for the second time this week I had read the wrong text. Daisy Dolls and Metamorphosis are still fresh in my mind yet T.S. Eliots’ Wasteland still demands to be read, to which I respond: “No”. It would be nothing short of a miracle […]
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