Wednesday, March 09, 2005

The Awakening by Kate Chopin

Edna Pontillier feels fettered by her husband and her life, so she explores more unconventional avenues of expression, from art to other men, before committing suicide.

The Awakening was a sorry state of affairs, or almost-affairs, if you will. Ms. Pontillier was trying desperately to break out of her perceived bonds. What was wrong with this woman's life? Perfect husband, perfect children, perfect mansion, perfect vacations, free range to while away her time pointlessly. What is so oppressive about that?

It seems as if all Edna wanted was unrealistic, clandestine, overtly passionate, unlawful romance. She just couldn't control the desires common to all people. And in the end she realized she didn't even know what she wanted, or what would bring her fulfillment. Did she stop, reflect, repent, and carry on with a new resolve to live purposefully? No. She killed herself. Personally, I think that was just an easy way for Chopin to finish the book. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise- suicide is a plot cop-out.

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