The Story of an Hour

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“The Story of an Hour” by Kate Chopin
LaToya Heyward
ENG 125: Introduction to Literature
Prof. Stephanie Allen
October 29, 2012

“The Story of an Hour”
I chose to discuss the short story by Kate Chopin, “The Story of an Hour”. I will identify the theme and the literary elements that helped me with my analysis. I would consider the story “The Story of an Hour” to be the story of love and boosting the ego. There are many literary elements that aid my analysis, and helped supported my reading of the theme in this story. I will discuss how symbolism, metaphors, and irony helped me reach my theme. “The Story of an Hour” by Kate Chopin is about a woman who is clearly overjoyed that her husband has died.

“‘The Story of an Hour’ by Kate Chopin focuses on a late nineteenth century American woman's dramatic hour of awakening into selfhood, which enables her to live the last moments of her life with an acute consciousness of life's immeasurable beauty”(Jamil, 2009). The opening sentence for the story is, “Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.” (Clugston, 2010). I believe that the reason why the author states this at the very beginning is to prepare the readers for all other events that will come, as well as to give us a description of her character. Her weak heart also has an impact on the way others have to treat and adapt to her. She has to be treated with serious care so that her heart won’t go into shock and cause her any complications. When Mrs. Mallard found out her husband died, she felt a sense of joy but did not let it be seen towards others. As Mrs. Mallard anticipates her freedom, she knows that she will still mourn the passing of her husband. She even imagines what he will look like lying in his coffin. Chopin stated that, “She will weep when she sees the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked saved with love...
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