Charlotte Perkins Gilman wrenched this small literary masterpiece from
her own experience. Narrated with superb psychological skill and
dramatic precision, it tells the story of a nameless woman driven mad by
enforced confinement after the birth of her child. Isolated in a
colonial mansion in the middle of nowhere, forced to sleep in an attic
nursery with barred windows and sickly yellow wallpaper, secretly she
does what she has to do - she writes. She craves intellectual
stimulation, activity, loving understanding, instead she is ordered to
her bedroom to rest and 'pull herself together'. Here, slowly but
surely, the tortuous pattern of the wallpaper winds its way into the
recesses of her mind...