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Madeline Gibson
English 302
February 15, 2012
Dr. Whelan-Stewart
The Awakening: A Look into Naturalism

Naturalism is a broad term used to describe a period in time as well as a type of literature. Naturalism, in its literary aspect, can be described as a work that tells of forbidden passions, undeniable urges and lusts, prejudices, fate, and often included the characters having relationships with their environments as well as bringing up subjects that may be seen as uncouth to discuss in society. Kate Chopin’s The Awakening is a work of Naturalism as it skillfully brings to light women of the late 1800’s, specifically the main character, Edna Pontellier, and her struggle with the reality that she faces in the society and environment that she has married into.
The Awakening brings to spotlight the ‘issue,’ as general society saw it, of the new, empowered, independent woman who was not defined by her family alone. Edna is the perfect example to symbolize how all of the aspects of naturalism. “Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recognize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her” (Heath 435). She goes through a self-realization that forces her to think about how she feels as a woman and the wants, desires, feelings, and emotions that go along with being female. Edna also finds herself caught in a romantic relationship with two men who are not her husband, but she only loves one of them. Edna’s life in The Awakening is one that is full of examples of naturalism.
Towards the beginning of the story, we find that Edna has been out on the beech without her umbrella to shield her skin from the sun and when she meets her husband that he is critical of her skin and how it has developed sunburn. This is the beginning of when we notice a little of what Edna will be trying to break free of: the oppression that she feels from her husband and society to be and to look like the ideal woman. We can see this in the third chapter where Edna is crying uncontrollably and seems to be going through “an indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being with a vague anguish” (Heath 429). Edna is beginning to realize that she does not agree, nor accept, the way that she is expected to behave. This is connected with naturalism because Edna’s background and social environment have thus far governed her character.
Child birth is also discussed quite heavily in this story and it becomes another example of naturalism as this topic was not discussed in the late 1800’s in polite society. Chopin, however, brings to light the feelings that women had with the child birthing process. Edna does not even want to think of child birth, “her own like experiences seemed far away, unreal, and only half remembered. She recalled faintly an ecstasy of pain, the heavy odor of chloroform, a stupor which had deadened sensation, and an awakening to find a little new life to which she had given being, added to the great unnumbered multitude of souls that come and go” (Heath 511). Edna, contrasting to another character, Adele, who is seen as the perfect woman in that society, is very removed from the birth of her children. This brings into play the fact that she does not feel a lot of emotional attachment to her children as she only sees them as other beings in the world, not very remarkable at all, though she does love them. This disconnect between Edna and her children only strengthens that conviction that she is growing that she is her own woman and that she is not defined by her family alone.
Also, throughout the story the sea is used as a very important setting for Edna as she finds her freedom and her individuality in the sea. “The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace” (Heath 435). In this passage we can see the different roles that the sea plays in the story to Edna. In one respect it is very sexual and alluring for her and in another sense it represents the mother that Edna never thinks or talks about. We can also see a distinction of the sea being greedy and somewhat evil at the end of the story when Edna walks into the sea, “The foamy wavelets curled up to her white feet, and coiled like serpents about her ankles. She walked out. The water was chill, but she walked on” (Heath 515). The sea being portrayed as a serpent that pulls her into the dangerous water is representative of the fact that Edna needs some risk in her life. She craves being in the sea, completely surrounded and enveloped. “There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air;” this small sentence at the very end of the story is one that tells of the mothering aspect of the relationship as well. As the color pink is brought into the story, it is apparent that the sea is supposed to be seen as a surrogate mother for Edna, as she is completely disconnected with her own biological mother. This complex relationship between the sea and Edna is another facet of naturalism that Chopin writes beautifully.
Kate Chopin’s The Awakening is a story that is laced with naturalism. It is about a woman finding herself and it is also a sad story in that Edna, in the end, realizes that everyone will leave her, except for the sea, who she gives herself up to. Naturalism is clearly seen throughout the story and Chopin writes a very interesting, worthwhile story to read.

Work Cited
Lauter, Paul, and Bruce-Novoa. The Heath Anthology of American Literature. Lexington, MA: D.C. Heath,
1990. Print.

5/19/2011

Pray for the Hassien family. Oldest son, my age, graduated with me, shot himself in the (chest, not head) today. Name was Will. I knew him since 2nd grade, he had two younger siblings and both his parents are still living…

5/13/2011

1. Grow up!!! You R in college naw!
2. I ALWAYS end up in this one with not toilet paper!
4. ALL of you are IDIOTS for writing on the wall!
5. Smile! You’re alive and in a country with working toilets!

5/12/2011

1. Save the Rhinos!
2. Don’t let tolerance be confused with acceptance!
3. Stop writing things on the bathroom stall!

5-9-11

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Hard Thing #1

Being in a situation were you know that no matter what you do, some gets hurt, usually the person or people who deserve it the least.

These are quotes and things that I notice while on the potty. Enjoy.
1. It’s common sense to flush ladies!
2. I love JB! Reply: Do you mean my boyfriend? Reply: No, I mean the Jonas Brothers.
3. World Peace everyone!

“Mrs. Blackwood?”

                I nodded and swallowed at Mrs. Wilma, my doctor.

                “Would you please follow me?” She said to me.

                I instantly rose and walked behind her, clutching my purse to my stomach, digging my nails into the leather strap.

                She directed me to a room and I sat down in one of the chairs so that I faced her when she sat down. She sighed and placed her clipboard on the counter next to her. She faced me openly and I knew it was bad.

                I knew that I didn’t want to hear what she had to say.

                But I stayed rooted to my chair, clinging to my purse for dear life.

                She opened her mouth to speak and I suddenly burst of in tears, crying for no good reason other than that I knew what was coming.

                She didn’t look surprised that I had this reaction, but I felt obliged to explain why this was so terrible.

                “You-you see… my husband, soon to be ex-husband… he um… he cheated on me.” My voice got high pitched at the end and I wasn’t sure if she understood me, but she nodded.

                “I’m very sorry, sweetie. I imagine it wasn’t the easiest thing, being so young,” she glanced down at her clipboard, “only twenty-three? My goodness.” Her voice dropped down an octave, “It sounds to me like this ex of yours doesn’t have much common sense, honey. In my opinion, he needs a swift kick to the balls.”

                I choked out a laugh through my tears and wiped my eyes, “Thanks.”

                She nodded and asked if she could continue. I said that she could.

                “The urine sample that you gave us indicated that you do not have any STDs or any disease what-so-ever.”

                My eyebrows drew together, “But I thought that’s what you were going to tell me. You had that look on your face, like you were about to drop a bomb on my…” My voice trailed off as I realized that she still had that look. She wasn’t done talking.

                “Mrs. Blackwood, you’re pregnant.”

                My head swam and my grip on my purse went slack as black dots danced before my eyes.

                “W-what?” I stuttered.

                “You’re three months along, sweetie.”

                I glanced down at my belly and rubbed my hand over it, “That’s impossible.”

                But of course, it wasn’t.

                “Maggie?” Her voice was anxious and I remembered thinking that it was good someone cared about me enough to worry. No one else in my life did.

                And then I slumped in my chair and passed out.

Stretching. Burning. The familiar ache in my muscles.

                All these things told me that I was doing what I loved. Doing what I adored. I leaned over to the left and lifted my right leg until it was straight up in the air. I closed my eyes in bliss and leaned over more until my palms were flat on the polished wood of the floor and brought my legs up to straight above me until I made a straight line with my body.

                I let my legs fall to the ground and I straightened and faced the crowd. I breathed deeply and smiled. Then I started running toward them and I jumped. I spread my arms out to my sides straight and I hovered there, in mid-air, for a moment. And everything was perfect. This was what I was made for. This is what I lived for.

                For the feeling of being on top of the world.

                I landed on my toes and the feeling of the hard wood beneath my feet brought me crashing back down to earth.

                I opened my eyes and sounds came rushing back to me. The music that I was supposed to have been dancing to ended in a grand finale.

                My head spun for a moment and my eyes watered at the rush of motion around me. The crowd in front of me was on its feet in thunderous applause. I blinked at them and stood there.

                And then I remembered to bow and I swept my fingers across the hardwood of the floor and took a deep breath while the crowd couldn’t see my face. When I popped back up and faced them again I had a broad smile on my lips and they started yelling my name.

                “Annie! Annie! Annie!”

Swaying trees

Connected souls

Bending knees

You have been told

The winners lose

The losers win

All was good

And will be again

Tear it out

Throw it down

Look at the faces

All around

Conflicting rage

Joining peace

Toss it aside

Let it be