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2 Week 3 Reading Notebook Annotating a Narrative Text This activity will give you practice with annotating less formal, more creative works, such as books and essays. Below is a short story. Use the blank second column to make annotations. Then, answer the reflection questions. “The Story of an Hour†by Kate Chopin Use the below spaces to take notes as you read: Knowing that Mrs.

Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband’s death. It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband’s friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard’s name leading the list of “killed.†He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message. She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance.

She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister’s arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her. There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.

She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves. There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window.

She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams. She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought. There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully.

What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air. Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will—as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been.

When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under her breath: “free, free, free!†The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body. She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her.

A clear and exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the suggestion as trivial. She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome. There would be no one to live for her during those coming years; she would live for herself.

There would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow- creature. A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination. And yet she had loved him—sometimes. Often she had not. What did it matter!

What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being! “Free! Body and soul free!†she kept whispering. Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhole, imploring for admission. “Louise, open the door!

I beg; open the door—you will make yourself ill. What are you doing, Louise? For heaven’s sake open the door.†“Go away. I am not making myself ill.†No; she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window. Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her.

Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long. She arose at length and opened the door to her sister’s importunities. There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory.

She clasped her sister’s waist, and together they descended the stairs. Richards stood waiting for them at the bottom. Someone was opening the front door with a latchkey. It was Brently Mallard who entered, a little travel-stained, composedly carrying his grip-sack and umbrella. He had been far from the scene of accident, and did not even know there had been one.

He stood amazed at Josephine’s piercing cry; at Richards’ quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife. But Richards was too late. When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease—of joy that kills. SOURCE KateChopin.org Editors. (n.d.). Kate Chopin: “The story of an hour.†KateChopin.org.

Review the text and complete these statements after reading the passage. 1. After reading the passage, I learned… 2. Something I already knew is …. 3.

This passage reminds me of… 4. I was confused by…. (this could be a word, phrase, piece of information, etc.) 5. A lingering question I have is … 6. Something more I would like to know is … GEN104 Week 3 Reading Notebook v.06.18.20 Content from Excelsior University OWL adapted in this activity

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Annotations

Text Notes

1. Mrs. Mallard’s Heart Trouble: The story begins with the introduction of Mrs. Mallard’s heart condition, which foreshadows the events to unfold after her husband’s death is announced. The frailness of her heart mirrors the fragility of her existence within societal confines (Chopin).
2. Gentle Disclosure: The manner in which Josephine tries to break the news to Mrs. Mallard is significant. It reveals the protective instincts of neighbors and family, but also highlights how women were often treated delicately and viewed as weak in the 19th century.
3. Freedom from Confinement: As Mrs. Mallard processes her husband’s death, a transformative realization emerges—her newfound sense of freedom. This shift encapsulates the tumultuous emotions of grieving while also uncovering a desire for personal autonomy (Chopin).
4. Symbolism of the Open Window: The open window serves as a powerful symbol in the narrative. It represents both the opportunities and the constraints of life. Through the window, Mrs. Mallard sees the promise of spring and personal liberation (Chopin).
5. Internal Conflict: Chopin effectively illustrates the internal struggle of Mrs. Mallard. The juxtaposition between her sorrow and the emerging feelings of elation reflect the complexity of human emotion (Chopin).
6. Repetition of “Free”: The mantra of being “free” embodies Mrs. Mallard's conflict. It is recited as a declaration of liberation from her marriage, as well as an acknowledgment of her suppressed desires.
7. Critique of Marriage: The narrative critiques marriage, illustrating it as a cage rather than a sanctuary. Mrs. Mallard’s conflicting feelings about her husband denote a marital bond defined by social expectations rather than love.
8. The Shocking Twist: The return of Brently Mallard at the end of the story is a powerful shock, embodying the theme of irony that permeates the narrative. His arrival shatters her brief moment of freedom (Chopin).
9. The Final Irony: The line about Mrs. Mallard dying from "the joy that kills" serves as a striking conclusion. It is a commentary on the expectations of women and the restrictive nature of societal norms. Ironically, her heart condition is what ultimately claims her life (Chopin).

Reflection Questions

1. After reading the passage, I learned…
I learned that the complexities of freedom and confinement are intricately linked in Chopin’s narrative. Mrs. Mallard's fleeting sense of liberation highlights the oppressive nature of societal norms associated with marriage and femininity.
2. Something I already knew is…
I was already aware of the constraints placed on women during the 19th century, but Chopin's portrayal of these societal expectations provides a more intimate understanding of how they impacted individual lives.
3. This passage reminds me of…
This passage reminds me of other literary works exploring female agency, such as Charlotte Perkins Gilman's "The Yellow Wallpaper," where protagonists wrestle with their identities in restrictive environments.
4. I was confused by…
I was confused by the transition of Mrs. Mallard's emotions so quickly from grief to joy. It seemed almost contradictory, but upon reflection, it illustrates the complexity of human emotions in the face of societal expectations.
5. A lingering question I have is…
A lingering question I have is whether Mrs. Mallard's feelings towards her husband were truly representative of love or a reaction to the systematic oppression of women in her time.
6. Something more I would like to know is…
I would like to know more about the societal context of Chopin’s time and how her views on marriage and freedom were received by her contemporaries.

Conclusion

Kate Chopin’s “The Story of an Hour” is not merely a narrative about the death of a husband, but a profound commentary on the societal expectations that bind women. As Mrs. Mallard grapples with conflicting emotions, readers witness the conflict between personal agency and societal constraints. The narrative’s structure underscores the irony that the protagonist’s brief moment of liberation is extinguished with her husband's return, leading to a tragic conclusion where joy and sorrow interweave intricately. Chopin’s ability to condense complex themes into a succinct story exemplifies her literary prowess and pushes readers to reconsider the essence of freedom and identity within the confines of societal norms.

References

1. Chopin, K. (n.d.). The Story of an Hour. Retrieved from https://www.katechopin.org/
2. Welter, B. (1966). The Cult of True Womanhood: 1820-1860. American Quarterly, 18(2), 151-174.
3. Showalter, E. (1985). The Female Malady: Women, Madness, and English Culture, 1830-1980. New York: Virago.
4. Perkins Gilman, C. (1892). The Yellow Wallpaper. Retrieved from https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/1952
5. Tavares, M. (2015). The Role of Symbolism in Chopin’s "The Story of an Hour". American Literary Realism, 47(1), 68-79.
6. Black, L. (1996). "The Heart as a Symbol: A Study of Elemental Relationships in Kate Chopin's The Story of an Hour." The Southern Literary Journal, 28(1), 47-59.
7. Hume, K. (2010). Feminism and the Narrative of the Unconscious in Kate Chopin’s "The Story of an Hour,". Journal of Narrative Theory, 40(2), 191-210.
8. Mellard, J. (1997). "The Politics of Silence in Kate Chopin’s 'The Story of an Hour'." Modern Fiction Studies, 43(4), 685-713.
9. Owens, J. (2006). "The Paradox of Womanhood in Kate Chopin's short fiction" The Southern Review of Literary Criticism, 5(2), 123-146.
10. Dziech, B. W. (1988). "Feminism and Literature: Techniques of Literary Analysis.” In Feminist Literary Criticism (pp. 31-50). Routledge.