Jane is enthralled with the Victorian house and garden that she is to spend a few months resting at. Her husband John, the good doctor, has decided that Jane has a temporary nervous depression, or in other words, a slight hysterical tendency. There are many beautiful rooms in the house, but he decides that Jane’s imagination is too easily exercised and insists that she rests in the attic room—a miserable playroom for children in past times. There are bars on the windows and the doctor won’t even let her be with her child. Her mind wanders to the yellow wallpaper—its horribleness, secrets and wonder. She has sneaked her journal into the room and writes her thoughts. As time passes by, the room becomes more and more alive…. This story may be old but, as all old stories are, still so pertinent to our times. For the next few weeks, we will be reading The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman.
Music: Misty Lights by Rafael Krux