This book falls into the category of "19th century American authors I don't like". I wanted to like it, the story of an "awakening" of a 19th century woman stuck in America. But I just didn't. The writing style just put me off. One of the reasons I love Victorian fiction so much is that I love the lyrical style of writers like Hardy and Gaskell, and the insightful way in which they write about people. This novel had none of that. It also seemed that the subject matter, women may fall in love with men other than their husbands and have sexual feelings" was something that wasn't really that new by 1898, and had already been written about much better.
I found the main character rather annoying. She didn't seem particularly restrained by the society she was living in, she was able to go out and get her own place, call on her own friends, and develop an intimate friendship with two men that weren't her husband, without being a subject of scandal. Indeed when her husband complained to the doctor about her, the doctor told him such things were common. I guess to me the idea that this kind of nothing romance was her big awakening was kind of disappointing. I wanted her to be doing more and feeling more.
So I won't be reading anything else by Chopin. Quite disappointing, especially after loving the Gilman so much....Continua