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The Yellow Wallpaper
The Yellow Wallpaper
The Yellow Wallpaper
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The Yellow Wallpaper

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The Yellow Wallpaper" (original title: "The Yellow Wall-paper. A Story") is a 6,000-word 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 19th century toward women's health, both physical and mental.
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PublisherCharles Fred
Release dateNov 15, 2020
ISBN9791220222945
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Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Charlotte Perkins Gilman (1860-1935) was an American writer who advocated for social reform, especially granting women greater and fairer rights. Her work revolved around the problem of male domination and the division between the genders at the time. In her career, Charlotte Perkins Gilman wrote a number of literary works including, non-fiction, fiction and poetry books. One of her most successful stories was 'The Yellow Wallpaper' with its strong feminist undertone showed the suppression women had by the male doctors who dominated the field.

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    The Yellow Wallpaper - Charlotte Perkins Gilman

    THE YELLOW WALLPAPER

    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?

    If a physician of high standing, and one's own husband, assures friends and relatives that there is really nothing the matter with one but temporary nervous depression—a slight hysterical tendency—what is one to do?

    My brother is also a physician, and also of high standing, and he says the same thing.

    So I take phosphates or phosphites—whichever it is, and tonics, and journeys, and air, and exercise, and am absolutely forbidden to work until I am well again.

    Personally, I disagree with their ideas.

    Personally, I believe that congenial work, with excitement and change, would do me good.

    But what is one to do?

    I did write for a while in spite of them; but it DOES exhaust me a good deal—having to be

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