Lastly, a short story that my friend and work partner, Zoe Gilbert, brought to a creative writing session we taught together.
Zoe read this aloud in class and I closed my eyes and felt the liberation Mrs Mallard felt at the news of her husband’s death, her sudden freedom from the constraints of her life as his wife. I love how this realisation bursts forth as if it is a part of herself she had not really met before.
“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.”
The emotional truth of this feels profound and surprising for a story written and published in the 19th Century. I was disappointed with the ending, although I suspect this short story wouldn’t have been published at the time without her having to suffer for the rush of liberation she felt. We have made great strides in so many respects, but sometimes it feels as if there has been no progress at all.
First published in Vogue on Dec 6, 1894, as ‘The Dream of an Hour’, and widely collected, including in The Awakening and Selected Stories, Penguin Classics, 2003