it isn’t the most accurate to the short story, and i’ve caught some cultural/historical inaccuracies, however, it truly does capture the eerie lingering feeling when indulging in the story. the patriarchy, postpartum depression, and the overwhelming reminder that you do not get a voice are all very horrifying factors that would send anyone into a psychosis!! it’s unsettling, especially with how monotonous and dull some of the dialogue is from other characters (it makes sense for jane, not so much everyone else), but perhaps that was the intention.
jane throwing the crying baby out the window had me howling, even though it’s meant to be upsetting. i feel like it’s an accurate representation of what most mothers feel like after giving birth— feeling disconnected, crazy, and overall, not like themselves— and god forbid they try to get back to who they once were because the most important thing they can ever do is just be a mother. how dare they think they could ever be more than that?
it isn’t the most accurate to the short story, and i’ve caught some cultural/historical inaccuracies, however, it truly does capture the eerie lingering feeling when indulging in the story. the patriarchy, postpartum depression, and the overwhelming reminder that you do not get a voice are all very horrifying factors that would send anyone into a psychosis!! it’s unsettling, especially with how monotonous and dull some of the dialogue is from other characters (it makes sense for jane, not so much everyone else), but perhaps that was the intention.
jane throwing the crying baby out the window had me howling, even though it’s meant to be upsetting. i feel like it’s an accurate representation of what most mothers feel like after giving birth— feeling disconnected, crazy, and overall, not like themselves— and god forbid they try to get back to who they once were because the most important thing they can ever do is just be a mother. how dare they think they could ever be more than that?
