This is probably the best feminist horror story I have ever read – and I appreciate that that might sound like an unusual genre. There have been so many advancements in mental health during the last couple of decades that it’s easy to forget just how terrible things were in relatively recent history – especially for women. The Yellow Wallpaper illustrates that in a very chilling way.
The whole story is told from the perspective of a woman whose husband and doctor have decided that she needs to start taking things easy. Her own feelings and perspectives are never really listened to or taken seriously, and what should have been something relatively mild, ends up becoming much more serious.
I think it’s a story that’s just as relevant now as it was when it was first published back in 1892. For one thing, it stands as an important historic record of the type of experience many women had at the time (even if this story is entirely fictional). Also, while things are much better these days, women’s health being dismissed and consequently not tended to properly is still an enormous problem today – and a lot of people in my life have first-hand experience of this.
It’s a short piece of work (it only takes about 30 minutes to read it all), but it really highlights the author’s strengths that the story and characters all still managed to have such a big impact on me. Right at the end, it’s not clear exactly what has happened, and I know that some people have a supernatural interpretation of it. It’s a good story to discuss with people for that reason, and while I am not sure if I subscribe to the supernatural reading, even if you do, I don’t think it makes the story any less serious or weakens its commentary on society.
What I found particularly upsetting was how the narrator’s mental decline is very apparent as the story goes on. At the start, she’s perfectly lucid, but by the end her grip in reality is very loose – and the saddest thing of all is that the people who are supposed to be in a position to help her are actually the ones who are making her worse. It’s the hopelessness of it all that makes it so heart-breaking.
I don’t want to say too much more, because it’s only a short piece and I don’t want to give too much away, but I definitely recommend it to just about anyone. There’s very little to lose by sparing half an hour to read it, but there is an awful lot to gain. It’s an important slice of feminist literary history.
Rating: 8.8/10









