The Bedroom in The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman :: The Yellow Wallpaper Essays

The Yellow paper The bedchamber The bedroom is an everywherevalued fetich object that nevertheless threatens to reveal what it covers over. Johns cartridge holder is fatigued formulating the bedroom in a way that conceals his associations of anxiety and desire with the womanish body, solely as well re-introduces them. The bedrooms exterior, its surface, and its outer system of locks, mask a hole-and-corner(a) interior that presumably contains a mystery--and a dangerous one. The bedroom in The Yellow Wallpaper generates this tension between the desire to know and the headache of knowing on one hand, the enigma of the bedroom invites curiosity and beckons us towards discovery on the other hand, its over- determined organization is seated deep eat a pissed resolution to build up the bedroom, so that what it hides ashes unrealized. Mulvey writes, Out of this serial of turning away, of covering over, not the eyes besides infrastanding, of looking fixidly at any object tha t holds the gaze, female sexuality is curtail to remain a mystery (Pandora 70). This mystery-bound-to-remain-a-mystery is exposed when the (voyeuristic) subject and the (fetishistic) object re-sentencing places. At the storys close, the bank clerk is determined to beat John. I dont indirect request to go out, she writes, and I dont want to have anybody come in, till John comes. I want to astonish him (Gilman 34). John comes home to find that she has locked the door and throw the primaeval down into the introductory course of study (Gilman 34). John dear said I in the gentlest voice, the key is down by the front steps, under a plantain hitchhike That silenced him for a few moments. Then he said--very quietly indeed, Open the door, my favorite I cant, said I. The key is down by the front door under a plantain leaf And then I said it again, several(prenominal) times, very gently and slowly, and said it so oft that he had to go and see, and he got it of course, and came in. He stopped short by the door. Whats the matter? he cried. For Gods sake, what are you doing I kept on crawl just the same, but I looked at him over my shoulder. Ive got out at last, said I, in enmity of you and Jane. And Ive pulled off most of the paper, so you cant put me book binding Now why should that man have fainted? But he did, and unspoiled across my path by the wall, so that I had to creep over him every time (Gilman 36) The Bedroom in The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman The Yellow Wallpaper EssaysThe Yellow Wallpaper The Bedroom The bedroom is an overvalued fetish object that nevertheless threatens to reveal what it covers over. Johns time is spent formulating the bedroom in a way that conceals his associations of anxiety and desire with the female body, but also re-introduces them. The bedrooms exterior, its surface, and its outer system of locks, mask a hidden interior that presumably contains a mystery--and a dangerous one. The bedroom in The Yellow W allpaper generates this tension between the desire to know and the fear of knowing on one hand, the enigma of the bedroom invites curiosity and beckons us towards discovery on the other hand, its over- determined organization is seated within a firm resolution to build up the bedroom, so that what it hides remains unrealized. Mulvey writes, Out of this series of turning away, of covering over, not the eyes but understanding, of looking fixidly at any object that holds the gaze, female sexuality is bound to remain a mystery (Pandora 70). This mystery-bound-to-remain-a-mystery is exposed when the (voyeuristic) subject and the (fetishistic) object exchange places. At the storys close, the narrator is determined to astonish John. I dont want to go out, she writes, and I dont want to have anybody come in, till John comes. I want to astonish him (Gilman 34). John comes home to find that she has locked the door and thrown the key down into the front path (Gilman 34). John dear said I in th e gentlest voice, the key is down by the front steps, under a plantain leaf That silenced him for a few moments. Then he said--very quietly indeed, Open the door, my darling I cant, said I. The key is down by the front door under a plantain leaf And then I said it again, several times, very gently and slowly, and said it so often that he had to go and see, and he got it of course, and came in. He stopped short by the door. Whats the matter? he cried. For Gods sake, what are you doing I kept on creeping just the same, but I looked at him over my shoulder. Ive got out at last, said I, in spite of you and Jane. And Ive pulled off most of the paper, so you cant put me back Now why should that man have fainted? But he did, and right across my path by the wall, so that I had to creep over him every time (Gilman 36)