For those who don't know, I'm taking classes again this semester. I'm in four lit classes, filling in my undergraduate background so that I become a good match for the education program I am applying to for next semester. Since a lot of my reading this week has been homework instead of fun, I'm imitating Ashelynn and doing short story Saturday. My opinions, with absolutely no high-brow literary analysis, are below.
The Yellow Wall-paper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
The story of a woman who is driven crazy by wall-paper (well, by the things the wall-paper represents). It's a train wreck you can't look away from, the kind of story where you go crazy along with the narrator. Her husband drives me crazy and the whole story makes me feel like I'm drowning. Honestly, the end feels sloppy and it bothers me that the beginning is written as if in a journal, while the end is clearly her insane thoughts. Maybe she wrote the beginning and dictated the end?
The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calavaras County by Mark Twain
I love Mark Twain. The man is hilarious. The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calavaras County is a story within a story. The first is about a man who doesn't want to hear a story, the second is the story being forced on the first man and it is more a sketch. It tells about Jim Smiley who is addicted to betting. Seriously, nothing happens in this story, but I will love it forever, because Jim bets the preacher that his sick wife won't make it. That sounds terrible when I say it that way, but I laughed out loud when I read it.
The Storm by Kate Chopin
Erotic fiction from 1898, it tells the story of an affair that makes everyone's lives better. In fact, everyone is so over-the-moon happy by the end, that I briefly wondered if the story was satire. Then, I dismissed that idea and decided to go to Louisiana to get myself a lover. Clearly, they make them better there.