The Yellow Wall-Paper, Herland, and Selected Writings by Charlotte Perkins Gilma

Description: The Yellow Wall-Paper, Herland, and Selected Writings by Charlotte Perkins Gilman Offers a collection of short stories including "The Yellow Wall-Paper", the novel "Herland", and poems. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description A collection of the groundbreaking feminist writers most famous works, with a thought-provoking introduction by bestselling author Kate BolickWonderfully sardonic and slyly humorous, the writings of landmark American feminist and socialist thinker Charlotte Perkins Gilman were penned in response to her frustrations with the gender-based double standard that prevailed in America as the twentieth century began. Perhaps best known for her chilling depiction of a womans mental breakdown in her unforgettable 1892 short story The Yellow Wall-Paper, Gilman also wrote Herland, a wry novel that imagines a peaceful, progressive country from which men have been absent for two thousand years. Both are included in this volume, along with a selection of Gilmans major short stories and her poems. New York Times bestselling author Kate Bolick contributes an illuminating introduction that explores Gilmans fascinating yet complicated life.For more than seventy years, Penguin has been the leading publisher of classic literature in the English-speaking world. With more than 1,700titles, Penguin Classics represents a global bookshelf of the best works throughout history and across genres and disciplines. Readers trust theseries to provide authoritative texts enhanced by introductions and notes by distinguished scholars and contemporary authors, as well as up-to-datetranslations by award-winning translators. Notes New to Penguin Classics, this is an American feminist masterpiece, with an introduction and notes by Denise D. Knight. Wonderfully sardonic and slyly humorous. Author Biography Charlotte Perkins Gilman (1860-1935) was born in New England, a descendant of the prominent and influential Beecher family. In 1884 she married Charles Water Stetson. After giving birth, Charlotte sank into a deep depression. She entered a sanitarium in Philadelphia to undergo the rest cure, a controversial treatment, which forbade any type of physical activity or intellectual stimulation. 1892, she published the now-famous story The Yellow Wall-Paper. In 1898, her most famous nonfiction book, Women and Economics, was published. With its publication, and subsequent translation into seven languages, Gilman earned international acclaim. In 1900, she married her first cousin, George Houghton Gilman. Over the next thirty-five years, she wrote and published hundreds of stories and poems and more than a dozen books.Denise D. Knight is a professor of English at the State University of New York at Courtland, where she specializes in nineteenth-century American Literature. She is author of Charlotte Perkins Gilman- A Study of the Short Fiction and editor of The Later Poetry of Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Diaries of Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Abridged Diaries of Charlotte Perkins Gilman, "The Yellow Wall-Paper" and Selected Stories of Charlotte Perkins Gilman, and Nineteenth-Century American Women Writers- A Bio-Bibliographical Critical Sourcebook. She is also the author of numerous articles, essays, and reviews on nineteenth-century American writers. Excerpt from Book HERLAND Chapter I A Not Unnatural Enterprise This is written from memory, unfortunately. If I could have brought with me the material I so carefully prepared, this would be a very different story. Whole books full of notes, carefully copied records, first-hand descriptions, and the pictures--thats the worst loss. We had so me birdseyes of thecities and parks; a lot of lovely views of streets, of buildings, outside and in, and some of those gorgeous gardens, and, most important of all, of the women themselves. Nobody will ever believe how they looked. Descriptions arent any good when it comes to women, and I never was good at descriptions anyhow. But its got to be done somehow;the rest of the world needs to know about that country. I havent said where it was for fear some self-appointed missionaries, or traders, or land-greedy expansionists, will take it upon themselves to push in. They will not be wanted, I can tell them that, and will fare worse than we did if they do find it. It began this way. There were three of us, classmates and friends--Terry O. Nicholson (we used to call him the Old Nick, with good reason), Jeff Margrave, and I, Vandyck Jennings. We had known each other years and years, and in spite of our differences we had a good deal in common. All of us were interested in science. Terry was rich enough to do as he pleased. His great aim was exploration. He used to make all kinds of a row because there was nothing left to explore now, only patchwork and filling in, he said. He filled in well enough--he had a lot of talents--great on mechanics and electricity. Had all kinds of boats and motor cars, and was one of the best of our airmen. We never could have done the thing at all without Terry. Jeff Margrave was born to be a poet, a botanist--or both--but his folks persuaded him to be a doctor instead. He was agood one, for his age, but his real interest was in what he loved to call "the wonders of science." As for me, Sociologys my major. You have to back that up with a lot of other sciences, of course. Im interested in them all. Terry was strong on facts--geography and meteorology and those; Jeff could beat him any time on biology, and I didnt care what it was they talked about, so long as it connectedwith human life, somehow. There are few things that dont. We three had a chance to join a big scientific expedition.They needed a doctor, and that gave Jeff an excuse for dropping his just opening practice; they needed Terrys experience,his machine, and his money; and as for me, I got in through Terrys influence. The expedition was up among the thousand tributaries and enormous hinterland of a great river, up where the maps hadto be made, savage dialects studied, and all manner of strangeflora and fauna expected. But this story is not about that expedition. That was only the merest starter for ours. My interest was first roused by talk among our guides. Im quick at languages, know a good many, and pick them upreadily. What with that and a really good interpreter we took with us, I made out quite a few legends and folk-myths of these scattered tribes. And as we got farther and farther upstream, in a dark tangle of rivers, lakes, morasses, and dense forests, with here andthere an unexpected long spur running out from the big mountains beyond, I noticed that more and more of these savages had a story about a strange and terrible "Woman Land" in thehigh distance. "Up yonder," "Over there," "Way up"-- wasall the direction they could offer, but their legends all agreed on the main point--that there was this strange country where no men lived--only women and girl children. None of them had ever seen it. It was dangerous, deadly, they said, for any man to go there. But there were tales of longago, when some brave investigator had seen it--a Big Country, Big Houses, Plenty People--All Women. Had no one else gone? Yes--a good many--but they never came back. It was no place for men--that they seemed sure of. I told the boys about these stories, and they laughed at them. Naturally I did myself. I knew the stuff that savage dreams are made of. But when we had reached our farthest point, just the day beforewe all had to turn around and start for home again, as the best of expeditions must in time, we three made a discovery. The main encampment was on a spit of land running outinto the main stream, or what we thought was the mainstream. It had the same muddy color we had been seeing for weeks past, the same taste. I happened to speak of that river to our last guide, a rather superior fellow, with quick, bright eyes. He told me that there was another river--"over there--short river, sweet water--red and blue." I was interested in this and anxious to see if I had understood, so I showed him a red and blue pencil I carried, and asked again. Yes, he pointed to the river, and then to the southwestward."River--goodwater--redand blue." Terry was close by and interested in the fellows pointing. "What does he say, Van?" I told him. Terry blazed up at once. "Ask him how far it is." The man indicated a short journey; I judged about two hours, maybe three. "Lets go," urged Terry. "Just us three. Maybe we can really find something. May be cinnabar in it." Details ISBN014310585X Author Charlotte Perkins Gilman Language English ISBN-10 014310585X ISBN-13 9780143105855 Media Book Format Paperback Audience Age 17-17 Series Penguin Classics Birth 1860 Death 1935 Residence CT, US Short Title YELLOW WALL-PAPER HERLAND & SE Imprint Penguin Classics Place of Publication London Country of Publication United Kingdom UK Release Date 2010-04-01 Pages 384 Publisher Penguin Books Ltd Year 2010 Publication Date 2010-04-01 Replaces 9780141180625 DEWEY 813.409 Audience General NZ Release Date 2011-05-17 AU Release Date 2011-05-17 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:27075720;

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