We see that Miss Brill is living vicariously, not so much through the lives of others, but through their performances as Miss Brill interprets them. A wonderfully melancholy collection of 3 short stories. Short stories give a slice of life without explaining too much and with a few sketched characters from the canvas of writer's mind. Today; however, Miss Brill walked straight past the bakery and headed home. Because of that stupid old thing at the end there? The reality behind the story hurts Miss Brill to a point where she has to a find a way to cope with her harms with the people around her; she does this by imagining things that are unreal.
Good story, well told, very sad. If she had missed playing her part one Sunday, someone would have noticed! She listens more closely to their conversation in an attempt to work what they are saying into her constructed dramaturgy. The first element of plot is the exposition. Four days a week, Miss Brill spends time with an old man who is barely alive. Yet Mansfield, in a few short pages bares the soul of this woman.
And then she too, she too, and the others on the benches - they would come in with a kind of accompaniment - something low, that scarcely rose or fell, something so beautiful - moving. She thinks that everyone around her is not only the audience of the band, but that everyoneis also in fact part of the performance. Message From this story one can conclude that our perception of reality can often be misjudged due to personal circumstances. Miss Brill weaves seemingly separate experiences into a unified narrative in which she is a central character, connecting what happens around her as a play. While he sleeps, she reads to him. Miss Brill believes she has an epiphany, that she and everyone one else around her is a part of a production where she is a very important character.
Miss Brill liked to watch all of the people and listen to their conversations, without them knowing she was listening in. Then opened a box and laid her fur to rest. Eventually the woman left and an old man appeared bobbing his head to the music. She had taken it out of its box that afternoon, shaken out the moth-powder, given it a good brush, and rubbed the life back into the dim little eyes. Katherine Mansfield uses this as an allusion, or a direct or indirect reference in literature. Yet at the same time that Miss Brill makes such acute observations, it is obvious to the reader that she has no such ability to observe herself.
This was disappointing, for Miss Brill always looked forward to the conversation. In response, Miss Brill makes the decision not to stop by the bakery she usually visits as part of her Sunday in the park ritual. We can assume that she is relating the people to her, while she imagines the young characters to in a scene of a play. Alfred Prufrock, which depicts the modernist ideals of internal reflection and the fragmentation of thought, which further serves to mirror the fractured and chaotic nature of world. She is unable to see that she is no different from McPherson 2.
I really wanted all three to continue, they were that good. The week before an Englishman and his wife were arguing about something so silly that Miss Brill wanted to shake the woman. They were odd, silent, nearly all old, and from the way they stared they looked as though they'd just come from dark little rooms or even - even cupboards! Hence they live in a world that is filled with imagination. Miss Brill shook her thoughts and concentrated on the other people in the park, to her everyone seemed odd. Even she had a part and came every Sunday. What was going to happen now? It was her Sunday treat. I found it cutting and funny, and a great comment on society and personal identity.
We are thankful of their contributions and encourage you to make your own. Every Sunday she wears her shabby fur coat to the French public park called Jardins Publiques. Mansfield also tells us that her character reads the newspaper to an old, invalid gentleman four days a week. They had a pale look about them, as if they had all been hiding in cupboards and were only now coming out for fresh air. A private woman, Miss Brill enjoys the simple pleasures of life like almonds in pastries and seems content in her solitude.
Her relationship with the English class she teaches is probably very professional. What we see is a lonely woman sitting on a park bench. On her way home, she bypasses the bakery she usually stops at and returns to her small, dark room to lament her situation. The fur then is to be put away, when she hears a cry of the fur. She leaves the park, skipping her usual routine of going to the bakery, and instead heads straight home. People react to each other pleasantly.
Though she can be slightly off-putting, she is also somewhat likable, and you can imagine her being a real person. The theory that Miss Brill develops, that everyone belongs to part of a tremendous stage production, remains a valid way to understand and visualize how everyone together makes up a community or a society. She was so happy she thought about putting the fur on her lap and stroking it. This was my first taste of Katherine Mansfield, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. If he'd been dead she mightn't have noticed for weeks; she wouldn't have minded. She is joined by a young couple who she marks as the stars of her production. There is equal footing in this family of stage characters.