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A Rose for Emily

Emily Grierson from William Faulkner’s A Rose for Emily is a woman who never married. It was intriguing to see Emily become a recluse. The story is an excellent example of macabre and horror, Faulkner proves if done right you can creep readers out without gory details and intense violence.  The narration [third-point of view] was also enjoyable, I especially liked how the narration used the word ‘our’ to depict the feelings of the town as a whole.

The story started out with Emily already being dead, and then Faulkner starts telling us about the Colonel who made up a story so Emily didn’t have to pay her taxes, it is unclear what is actually happening in the story. However, it becomes clear what direction Faulkner was taking; key moments of Emily’s life in the eyes of the town were recalled and told to us, these events in turn helped with inferring the revelation of Emily’s chilling necrophiliac nature.

The first hint at necrophilia was Emily’s refusal of her fathers death when, for three days, she kept his dead body in her house. Emily wasn’t seen after her fathers death again until around the time construction workers showed up in town. She was seen around town with Homer Barron and the townsfolk thought she would marry him. Much later when she was well over thirty she was seen buying arsenic due to which the townsfolk thought she was going to finally kill herself. Instead she invited Homer to her house after which he was never seen again. Emily after his disappearance became a full reclusive and wasn’t seen again until her death (except for when the men in the town saw her in the window after they sneaked into her house and sprinkled lime all over the doors etc due to the horrid smell surrounding her house and for the brief period she taught china-painting). After her death the story goes back to present and reconnects with the opening passage. The women and men enter her house and go upstairs to the room that they knew was never seen in the last forty years. They see a room decorated as a bridal suite and see a man, whom we can assume is Homer Barron, dead.

The body had apparently once lain in the attitude of an embrace, but now the long sleep that outlasts love, that conquers even the grimace of love, had cuckolded him. What was left of him, rotted beneath what was left of the nightshirt, had become inextricable from the bed in which he lay; and upon him and upon the pillow beside him lay that even coating of the patient and biding dust. Then we noticed that in the second pillow was the indentation of a head. One of us lifted something from it, and leaning forward, that faint and invisible dust dry and acrid in the nostrils, we saw a long strand of iron-gray hair.

The ending was the second and the most crucial hint at necrophilia. Even so, Faulkner leaves a lot of gaps in the story giving way to various interpretations, I’m sure some of you may have read the end differently than I did.

A Jury of her Peers/The Story of An Hour

I enjoyed ‘A Story of An Hour’ by Kate Chopin more than I did “Jury of Her Peers’ and the length was not the reason. Although shorter, A Story of An Hour gave more insight on Louise’s feelings better enabling the reader to connect to her. ‘Jury of Her Peers’ on the other hand gave us diverse characters letting us be the judge of them through their actions rather than internal feelings.

The two stories albeit being different were very similar.  A key theme in the two stories would be the rebellion of women [against men]. From the clues given in the stories you can assume both Mrs. Mallard and Mrs. Wright were dominated by their husbands.

Mrs. Mallard in ‘The Story of An Hour’ hears the news of her husbands death but unlike other women doesn’t go into shock instead grieves. She goes through the stages of grief and comes into terms with the death. Realizing her new found freedom she has an epiphany and dreams of living her life for herself on her own accord rather than for her husband. The first thing mentioned in this story is her heart problems so it’s safe to assume this statement foreshadows her death. The news of her husbands death had no effect on her heart condition, so you can bet a bigger news would soon arrive. The ‘big news’ so to speak was the sudden arrival of Mr. Mallard, her husband, who turns out wasn’t dead after all. Mrs. Mallard, who at this point was elated and full of joy, gets shocked at seeing her husband alive gives out a cry and dies of a heart attack. “The joy that kills’

Mrs. Wright on the other hand is under question for the death of her husband. The story starts of with Mrs. Hale, Mr. Hale, The Sheriff and his wife [Mrs. Peters]  going to Mrs. Wrights house. Mr. Hale tells the story of how he went the night before to ask Mr. Wright something in front of his wife, after knocking on the door a few times someone [Mrs. Wright] tells him to enter. He sees her sitting on the chair and asks her to call John, to which she laughs, and says she can’t. She then tells Mr. Hale John[Mr. Wright] is dead, a rope round his neck had killed him. They find clues in the house that indicated at the harsh demeanor of Mr. Wright towards Mrs. Wright. -he killed her pet bird-  A key point in the story would be when Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peter were alone and had the conversation about John, the bird and Minnie Foster [Mrs. Wright] They spoke about John described him as ‘a harsh man… like raw wind that gets to the bone.’ They find the bird cage and then the bird itself, in a box with it’s neck wrung, in Minnie’s basket. They hid the box when the sheriff came back in the kitchen, Mrs. Hale knew Minnie Foster and said she liked the bird and wanted to bury it (justifying why the bird was in the box). Mrs. Peters claimed they didn’t know who killed the bird to which Mrs. Hale said she knew John. She convinced Mrs. Peters (who thought people should pay for their crimes) and they hid the evidence and gave Minnie a not guilty verdict.

In both stories the women rebelled against conformity [by going against their husbands]. Louise Mallard’s way was much more subtle than that of the ladies from ‘A Jury of Her Peers’ she internally rebelled by not going into shock over her husbands death but rather by overcoming it and finding her freedom. Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters rebelled by hiding evidence and calling Mrs. Wright not guilty.

Just goes to show how two completely different stories can connect through similar aspects; husbands death and the sense freedom that came along with it as well as breaking the norm.

Peddler

Peddler noun \ˈped-lər\

: one who offers merchandise (as fresh produce) for sale along the street or from door to door

In the street below a peddler was crying his wares.

The Story of An Hour paragraph 5

I thought a peddler had something to do with a boat. I realized it meant a merchant which helped me understand the setting better. She [Louise] wasn’t overlooking a canal (like in Venice, Italy) and there wasn’t a man on a gondola peddling.

I am actually not your father..

Aside from painting a self-portrait, introducing myself is probably the hardest thing to do. In person I would probably say hi in a sweet way, try to be funny -cue the awkward laughs- and divert the attention, as quickly as possible, to someone else. I love your dress where is it from?  

To help with writing this I asked my friends to describe me… um after the jokes ended I was told I’m a hipster. Ha!  I used to do that before it was cool. *insert relevant emoji here* (Just in case you couldn’t tell that was a joke I’m not pretentious, well at least I hope I’m not) Why is it seemingly impossible to get serious answers from your friends?

After all that I realized I didn’t even mention the most important thing, my name. Although thinking about it now I think I should just keep my identity a secret and reveal it in a dramatic way like Darth Vader. Sorry I cut your hand off and all but guess what I’m actually 50% of the reason you exist.  *dun dun dun*

This is the part where I wish I could say I am a published, popular author or an astronaut that has been to Saturn but I can’t. Outside of my dreams I’m actually not as cool as Agent Peggy Carter and S.H.I.E.L.D doesn’t actually exist. And no matter how much I wish my Hogwarts letter got lost along the way (darn owls) I’m still stuck going to the same boring college as the rest of you. Even so, I’m still awaiting my letter to Hogwarts (or a ticket to the theme park). What do you mean I’m too old? I’m only 20, it’s not that far from 11… (I sincerely apologize if you don’t know a thing about Harry Potter or Marvel and don’t understand the references- use it as an excuse to read/watch)

On a serious note, I am so tragically average that telling you about myself would be cruel. Think the typical boring do-good protagonist in a contemporary novel, except nothing interesting ever happens to me. What I will tell you though is that I read way to many books, mostly sci-fi and fantasy, and dream about the weirdest things because of them. If asked to choose between my family or a chance to go to Disney world every day of the year, you best believe I am going to choose Disney world my family. I’m studying to be a legal drug dealer aka a pharmacist (my doctor’s words not mine),  and the only time I will pull ‘all-nighters’ would be to finish a book or binge watch some tv show. If there was one piece of advice I was to give someone it would be to never change yourself for anyone, be yourself and don’t give up on your dreams. Be practical about it but don’t give up. (That’s not one piece is it?)

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*ba dum tss*

Food is the first, the only love of my life. (Psst. If you give me free food we can be friends 0:) ) ‘ Wanderlust’ is my favorite word and also an everlasting feeling. There you have it folks, a little something about me. Looking forward to reading about you guys as well.

“Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigue, I have had my vision.” – Virginia Woolf