“The Story of an Hour” is emphatically a coming of age anecdote, written by Kate Chopin in eighteen ninety-four. Louise Mallard is the variance protagonist of “The Story of an Hour,” who is faced with her husband Richard’s death, in a time when women had to have a man in their lives in order to be respected and survive. Chopin explores how Mrs. Mallard, a woman, who is married can still feel emotionally starved and caged in her role in being a devoted wife that her husband oppressed upon her.
The title “The Story of an Hour” first of all reflects how time is an untamed animal that picks and chooses its victims. Theirs is not a way to know when and where time will strike, but when it does something that seems so horrible and awful could end up being the light at the end of the tunnel you where looking for. Also the title shows how fast life can take away everything leaving a dejected and miserable feel to it. Then in just a few hours or minutes be full of adventure, possibilities and experience ahead in the future in a very few moments.
brought along the very freedom she was so starved of, the very freedom she craved whole heartily. As Mrs. Mallard “was drinking in a very elixir of life through the open window”(17). There is almost a surreal theme in the background as Mrs. Mallard is filled to the brim of her ecstasy. With Mrs. Mallard feeling as the most beautiful, victorious, magnificent woman that has ever lived, since her dark, devious ruler has fallen from his throne.
“The Story of an Hour” also brings another premise to the scene, with how humans attempt to control one another to there own resolution. Mrs. Mallard states “there will be no powerful will binding her in blind persistence” (14). That is which another hint by Chopin in how that the husband may have not shown the love in the way Mrs. Mallard wanted. With that phrase it shows that the husband was trying to bend her to meet his moral standards. Not really caring what is or might be lost in the process of manipulating her for his or his marriage
With Mrs. Mallard alone in her chair looking out the window, came along the epiph