The Fortune Teller:
Even as an atheist, some things just seem unexplainable with science. Like how I managed to keep on doing jump ropes for three minutes and thirty seconds when I always tripped after a minute while practicing. Or like how when I wrote 688 words of my book review I realize that I got a wrong perception of this book and wind up having to rewrite the whole thing from the start and I still don’t know if the perception I have is correct. Yeah. You get the idea.
The events that just seem unjust. That’s what turns us to fortune tellers and superstitions. It is probably what probably led countless Greek kings to throw their kids away, the last of the Czar family to trust on Gregor Rasputin, some parents to name their children some outrageous names.
However, it is questionable whether the fortune teller is actually right. Going to a fortune teller for fun, that’s one story. Believing it wholeheartedly is another story.
For example, some people go to a Buddha statue with a hat that resembles a graduation hat and pray for their child to go to a good university. However, considering that there aren’t any news reports about a large proportion of Seoul National University student have gone in because their parents prayed to a statue. Yet people still choose to believe in such things.
The Fortune Teller is a story about a protagonist who believed in it wholeheartedly until the end.
(While it is in my best interest not to spoil how it’s going to turn out, I must say, as I mentioned before, I am still slightly lost at how it ends. Currently, I have chosen to believe that the entire fortune teller business was a fraud.)
Camillo and Rita are lovers. Nothing would have worried them if they weren’t cheating. Rita was married to Camillo’s best friend Villela, who seemingly had no idea. However, Camillo received strange, threatening letters from an anonymous. Camillo decided to lay low, concerning Rita, who consequently visited the fortune teller. Camillo reproves this, but visits the fortune teller as well, worried about their safety. Fortune teller says it’s okay. Camillo feels better.
Take a guess how it’s going to play out. Here’s a hint. Karma is an overkill.
Apparently this book is about condemning love affairs. But beside the lesson, what could this… fortune telling mean?
There are three ways to interpret this. One, the fortune teller knew the truth—all of it, just didn’t want to tell the truth to a cheater. Two, the fortune teller was a fraud, and karma was at work. Third, there’s no such thing as fortune telling nor karma and it’s just the train of things happening to happen; the possibility of Villela finding out the truth (under the premise he wasn’t the anonymous) and raging like the Cicero lady in Chicago is not zero. And there would be four ways if you count the juvenile theory that the fortune teller that Rita visited was replaced by her evil clone when Camillo visited.
Personally I opt on option three.
People (who actually wholeheartedly believes in fortune telling) visit fortune tellers when something is troubling them. Camillo was troubled for his and Rita’s safety. Camillo asked the fortune teller whether. But why go to the fortune teller when one can just not be in trouble in the first place?
Rita intoxicated Camillo, Camillo says. Reading this is like watching Hamilton sing “how can I say no to this” over and over as he cheats on his wife—a facepalm worthy material. There is no ‘what if’ in a book, as there aren’t in history. But I do wonder, what if Camillo and Rita realized it was wrong? If they applied their common sense before the affection, Camillo probably wouldn’t have had to do something out of his common sense like visiting a fortune teller—and wasting like what, fifty dollars?
The referenced Shakespeare tragedy in this book was Hamlet, but the play that fits this feels like Macbeth. And looking at how Lady Macbeth asking the three witches about turned out, at how ambiguous the fortune teller sounded, it’s not difficult to guess how the ending would play out. I’ll leave it to your imagination.
I give this short story four stars. Because four stars is usually what I give to books that aren't five-star material but still okay.
(by the way, I had to erase my review of Necklace in order to get enough space for this review.)
The Yellow Wallpaper:
Wallpapers. There are so many types of them. Some are white, while some are black. Some have fancy patterns, while others have no particular pattern at all—just white. There are crisp, new ones. And there are the old ones that you can’t tell which color it was in the first place, the ones that start coming off the wall.
The short story, The Yellow Wallpaper, was indeed, about a yellow wallpaper. Now, yellow wallpapers are obvious on what it is. It’s a yellow wallpaper. But the short story itself….I just couldn’t put a finger on it. The story was about this lady, who was thought to be a bit unstable and was put in a nursery by her husband. In the nursery, there was this horrid looking yellow wallpaper, and every time she looked at it, it just freaked her out, in a way that she couldn’t explain. But her husband, who didn’t believe in superstitions and stuff, ignored it. The wallpaper annoyed her at first, but then it started ‘moving,’ and the lady thought that there was someone behind the wallpaper, moving the patterns. Then she got so irritated by it, she ripped off the wallpaper. This has one interpretation: she became mad.
Even though I have no clue in why a wallpaper could annoy a person, I had a similar experience, so I guess I shouldn’t talk. When I was in first grade, I had a strange nightmare about upside down pyramids and a piano keyboard. Nothing to say about that, as I still don’t know why that freaked me out so much. It was something about the unbalanced things and all, and again, no explanation on why it was that freaky. But this made it easier for me to feel for the character, who had a nervous depression. (I’m okay now, by the way)
So the thing that annoyed me the most wasn’t the woman’s madness. The thing that made me the most uncomfortable was the husband’s attitude to all this. He told his wife, who was slightly hysterical, that she should get better for his sake. So if he didn’t ‘love’ her, she didn’t need to get better? When he laughed about his wife’s nervousness, I arrived to one conclusion: he had no concern about his wife. All he cared about was himself, and his reputation. Having a ‘mad’ wife would ruin his reputation, so he practically locked her up in a nursery. It reminded me of the play A Doll’s House, John as Torvald Helmer. John didn’t treat the lady as an equal adult. He treated her like he would treat a kid. Torvald Helmer was the same. He called his wife Nora ‘little squirrel’ and nicknames as such. And he thought of Nora as cute and adorable, even though Nora was a fully grown woman. I suppose that back in those days, the husband and the wife never treated other as equal, with the husbands treating the wives as people who generally lacked common sense.
Now, allow me to move onto the symbols. So far with my experiences with short stories, every short story has some symbol or a motif. It was pretty obvious what it was in this short story. The yellow wallpaper. So what does it stand for?
My interpretations might be wrong, so I apologize for it if you think it’s not right. There are many sort of interpretations on this story, after all. The yellow wallpaper stood for the husband’s influence. The lady tried to ignore it, since she loved him, but he cast a dark shadow over her. She could only go as far as the shadow reached. She didn’t know it, but the existence of the shadow creep towards her, as the yellow wallpaper. When she ripped the wallpaper apart, it meant that she broke out of her husband’s restrictions—by turning mad. (This is a very bad interpretation)
Of course, there could be many more interpretations, but this novel was hard enough to read without coming up with interpretations. The overall writing feels…old, I guess. It reminds me of Sherlock Holmes series, the vocabulary hard and the sentences different from the present day writing. It is written in first person narrative, and while my general thought on first person narratives is that it’s easy to understand, this one was not exactly smooth for me.
Overall, it was a very tense short story in my opinion, and it was pretty hard. Not just the vocabulary and stuff, but also the plot. It probably has some deep meaning that I can’t possibly understand now. But it made me feel good about reading it. If you are someone who wants to brag about the stuff that you read, I recommend you this short story.
A&P:
Here’s a question: how short can a book be? I read countless short stories that were about fifteen pages, I wrote a short story that was thirteen pages long, and I once even read that there was a story by a couple amateurs that only consisted of a single chapter. As a kindergarten kid, I read a couple extremely short stories that was basically about a puppy named Bob chasing a butterfly and being sad because the butterfly could fly and he couldn’t. Those books were like, twenty pages, and now thinking about it, even I could write one if someone would draw furry critters for me. So yeah, it would be an understatement to say that I was surprised that the short story that I read this time was, like, five pages. (Is there anything called hyper-short stories? I don’t know.)
If I say too much, I’ll probably say more than the story itself, so I’ll try to sum up this plot. A nineteen-year old guy named Sammy, who works at a shop named A&P. And then in walks three girls, who are wearing bathing suits, because they were just supposed to pick up some expensive drinks for their parents. He observes them, and reports all details about them to the readers. The girls weren’t supposed to wear bathing suits to stores though, so the manager kicks them out. While observing this, Sammy realizes that while his parents aren’t wealthy, the girls’ parents probably are, and that he’d spend the rest of his life in the shop watching rich people come and go if he didn’t quit his job and try for more. As the realization strikes, he becomes an adult.
After reading this, I was, to say the least, confused. This was just the length of a scene I would write for fun. And this was one of the greatest short stories. Strange. But if this made it between the Necklace and all, I supposed that there was some reason behind it. I tried to think of everything possible for the reason.
First, it is very realistic. As much as I would have liked it if there was a fire-breathing dragon coming out of the story and a cool dressed warrior slaying it after an intense battle, those were all fantasy. Something that can never happen, and while it could provide people with entertainment and sometimes, even lessons, it’s unrealistic. Quite a contrary to the fantasy novels l loved and read until they became dog eared by themselves, A&P portrays the boring everyday reality. And maybe that’s why we can feel more for Sammy when he talks about his family’s financial condition. It’s no quest to save a princess from or anything. It’s a problem that probably more than 90% of us feel at least once in our lifetime.
Second, it shows that becoming from an adolescent to an adult is not something as dramatic as they say. No dramatic music plays, and no wind that was blowing suddenly stops. Nothing goes slow-motion, and no one falls to their knees. It’s obvious why. Most people don’t have some twisted family drama that suddenly emerges. One can look at a report card and be hit with sudden realization (I’m not saying that I’m not one of them). And this short story shows how realizations can happen, and how they make people happen, in the plainest way possible.
Third, it’s short. I mean, everyone already knows that, so why mention it now? It’s shorter than the average short story, which can be a singularity that contrasts it from other short stories. Given its length and the other characteristics, it makes it stand out in the middle of so many great short stories.
Besides this, I can’t give any more reasons why this is a great short story. Still, unlike how it was 43% of people who read it liked it, it wasn’t bad, so I give this short story 4 stars separately from everything else. It’s hard to convey everything in such a short length, and I have to appreciate that.