Edna is a young wife, mother, and (apparently?) painter living in New Orleans when all of the sudden, she realizes she’s totally unfulfilled and in need of more in her life. Also, she meets a new man.
This novel is fascinating. Also, totally read-able in one day / flight. And so, completely ahead of its time.
Kate Chopin is a goddess. She writes in a way that feels fresh and relatable and vaguely reminiscent of Gone with the Wind, which, in my book, is a good thing, and she writes with a sharp awareness that she’s too cool for 1899 school. Her characters and their lives are so painfully critical of society that it’s like reading a really old version of Mean Girls but with a slightly different message. And tone. And no Regina George. But you get it.
This book will make you feel all kinds of things. Especially if you’re a woman living in the world today. As per usual, I had a problem with one part of this book: the ending. Edna’s journey to self-empowerment ends in a confusing and somewhat irrational way that I’m not going to spoil here, but if you forget the ending, this book is just a really cool read.
It’s a classic that feels relevant today. Do it.