{"product_id":"the-yellow-wallpaper-and-selected-writings-isbn-9780143134794","title":"The Yellow Wall-Paper and Selected Writings","description":"\u003cb\u003eA collection of the groundbreaking feminist writer's most famous works, with a thought-provoking introduction by bestselling author Kate Bolick.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA Penguin Vitae Edition\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWonderfully 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 woman's mental breakdown in her unforgettable 1892 short story \"The Yellow Wall-Paper,\" Gilman also wrote \u003ci\u003eHerland\u003c\/i\u003e, a wry novel that imagines a peaceful, progressive country from which men have been absent for 2,000 years. Both are included in \u003ci\u003eThe Yellow Wall-Paper and Selected Writings\u003c\/i\u003e, along with a selection of Gilman's major short stories and her poems. \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author Kate Bolick contributes an illuminating introduction that explores Gilman's fascinating yet complicated life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePenguin Classics launches a new hardcover series with five American classics that are relevant and timeless in their power, and part of a dynamic and diverse landscape of classic fiction and nonfiction from almost seventy-five years of classics publishing. Penguin Vitae provides readers with beautifully designed classics that have shaped the course of their lives, and welcomes new readers to discover these literary gifts of personal inspiration, intellectual engagement, and creative originality.\u003cb\u003eCharlotte Perkins Gilman \u003c\/b\u003e(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. In 1892, she published the now-famous story “The Yellow Wall-Paper.” In 1898, her most famous nonfiction book, \u003ci\u003eWomen and Economics\u003c\/i\u003e, 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.  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eKate Bolick\u003c\/b\u003e’s first book, the best-selling \u003ci\u003eSpinster: Making a Life of One’s Own\u003c\/i\u003e, was named a \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e Notable Book of 2015. A contributing editor for \u003ci\u003eThe Atlantic\u003c\/i\u003e, Bolick is also host of “Touchstones at The Mount,” an annual interview series at Edith Wharton’s country estate, in Lenox, Massachusetts. Previously, she was executive editor of \u003ci\u003eDomino\u003c\/i\u003e magazine, and a columnist for \u003ci\u003eThe Boston Globe\u003c\/i\u003e’s Ideas section. She teaches writing at New York University, in both the Cultural Reporting and Criticism MA program and the Gallatin School of Individualized Study. Bolick speaks frequently at colleges and conferences, and has appeared on the\u003ci\u003e Today s\u003c\/i\u003ehow, \u003ci\u003eCBS Sunday Morning\u003c\/i\u003e, CNN, MSNBC, and numerous NPR programs across the country.\u003cp\u003eHERLAND\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eChapter I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA Not Unnatural Enterprise\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis 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—that’s the worst loss. We had so me bird’s‑eyes 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNobody will ever believe how they looked. Descriptions aren’t any good when it comes to women, and I never was good at descriptions anyhow. But it’s got to be done somehow;the rest of the world needs to know about that country.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI haven’t 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe 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. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTerry 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. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe never could have done the thing at all without Terry. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJeff 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.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs for me, Sociology’s my major. You have to back that up with a lot of other sciences, of course. I’m interested in them all. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTerry was strong on facts—geography and meteorology and those; Jeff could beat him any time on biology, and I didn’t care what it was they talked about, so long as it connectedwith human life, somehow. There are few things that don’t. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe 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 Terry’s experience,his machine, and his money; and as for me, I got in through Terry’s influence.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe 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. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut this story is not about that expedition. That was only the merest starter for ours.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy interest was first roused by talk among our guides. I’m 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd 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. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNone 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHad 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut 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. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe 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. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI happened to speak of that river to our last guide, a rather superior fellow, with quick, bright eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He told me that there was another river—“over there—short river, sweet water—red and blue.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI 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.   \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYes, he pointed to the river, and then to the southwestward.“River—goodwater—redand blue.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTerry was close by and interested in the fellow’s pointing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What does he say, Van?” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI told him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTerry blazed up at once.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Ask him how far it is.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe man indicated a short journey; I judged about two hours, maybe three.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Let’s go,” urged Terry. “Just us three. 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