The Yellow Wallpaper
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4.2 • 58 Ratings
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Publisher Description
It is regarded as an important early work of Americanfeminist literature, illustrating attitudes in the 19th century toward women's physical and mental health. Presented in the first person, the story is a collection of journal entries written by a woman (Jane) whose physician husband (John) has confined her to the upstairs bedroom of a house he has rented for the summer.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Yuen leads listeners convincingly through this beautifully wrought 1892 short story. She begins the first-person narrative with the voice of a sensible if somewhat distraught young woman confined by her doctor husband to an attic room with hideous yellow wallpaper and bars on the windows. She is thought to have a nervous condition and is permitted no activity, including writing, lest it tire her. Eschewing melodrama, Yuen gradually changes tone and inflection as the weeks pass and the wife starts tearing down the wallpaper, perceives another woman behind it trying to get out, and finally descends into madness. It's a short, intoxicating listen that merits more than one replay.
Customer Reviews
Read this in my English class, making this review instead of doing work….
If they do the live action can the pls cast Ryan gosling as John
JOHN LOST HIS MEWING STREAK LMAO!!
ohhhhh and also this does slay as a book, I just think that it should be longer… but the narrater she is CRAY CRAY but that’s cool.
Overall this book is great! I appreciate this literature.
Wonderful horror
What a thriller of a novel. You descend into madness with her, hating that horrid yellow wallpaper!
Interesting 🤔
Not my usual choice of reading but I’m glad I tried something different. I like the ending. I felt bad for her sometimes, her husband came off quite dismissive and it made me roll my eyes every time he said… everything he said lol. I did predict that the story would end the way it did. Very “creepy”.😆 I wish I could discuss this short story with someone who has read it, it has a disturbing aftertaste that I can’t quite put my finger on right now.