There was a moment, quite early on in the novella, when I was sure Edna's grand passion was going to be Adele Ratignolle, but sadly, it wasn't. Damn. This would have been a far more interesting read if that had been the case. Instead, The Awakening is just another "gilded cage" story, and maybe I've read too many of them this year, but I couldn't find it in myself to find much enthusiasm for Edna and her existential crisis. I do give credit to Chopin's brief foray into the deplorable state of women's health care at the time. When faced with his wife's seemingly inexplicable mood swings, Edna's beleaguered husband goes to his doctor friend for advice.
"How does she act?" inquired the Doctor.
"Well, it isn't easy to explain," said Mr. Pontellier, throwing himself back in his chair. "She lets the housekeeping go to the dickens.”
Excerpt From: Chopin, Kate. “The Awakening and Selected Short Stories.” iBooks.
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Oh dude, come around my house and we'll talk housekeeping.