I enjoyed The Yellow Paper. It was a very unique story that is very well written, but written unusually. The woman who narrates the story was certainly peculiar. The way she talked towards the end of the story almost seemed as if she was schizophrenic. I was not sure if she truly believed that she was the woman in the yellow wallpaper?
On that note, I think the wallpaper represented the woman’s illness. Whether it caused it/contributed to it or not, it was connected in some ways. The more the woman analyzes the wallpaper, the worse her “illness” seems to get. This is also strange, since her outward symptoms seem to get better, at least to the eyes of John and Jennie. As far as the woman’s relationship with her husband, John, I don’t think there really is much of a relationship. He treats her more like a child who he has to watch. Perhaps the lack of proper attention and miscommunication contributed to her illness and fascination with the wallpaper. You can’t just lock someone up in a solitary room all day.
When her illness started to get worse, the tone of the book began to get unsettling. It was like an innocent sort of creepy. The woman didn’t see anything wrong with the fact that there was seemingly a creepy woman walking and creeping around her room at night. Just reading it gave me an uneasy feeling. The history of the room also added to the weird feeling it gives the reader. The fact that it had been used for other things previously and there were markings on the walls, like from the infants in a nursery, gave it an almost ghostly feel.
Overall, I think that the woman went mad, and suffered from a form of schizophrenia, or even multiple personality disorder. Even if she did end up being the woman in the pattern of the wallpaper, she talked about herself from a different point of view.