i hereby submit that eveline is a neurotic who exhibits the characteristics of the self-effacing solution as outlined in karen horney's neurosis and human growth.
meh.
eveline is excessivly compliant....(if so, why doesn't she leave?) ah...ummmm, good question...perhaps the reader can explain that to me...
ha! looking at my paper from '86, my professor said, 'you have an interesting paper here...you might want to revise it (it needs cutting and some constructions rewritten) and try to publish it as a ote or article. '
also, my footnotes were horrendous. i am not a scholar. i am a carpenter. nails rarely argue with you. if they do, well, smack them again, i say.
eveline's sad life, the life of a woman who was subject to her inner dictates and her neurotic solution to life, entirely believeable and poignant...
she is tired, the result of her real self wrestling with her idealized image and the conflict she is feeling from having consented to go away...she sits at the window (nice, that, i should reread this) and apparently it has become common for her to inhale stertorously "the odour of dusty cretonne"
she should stay home...cause of her neurotic solution...because of the promise she made to her mother to keep the home intact...her old man is somewhat of a tyrant...she fears his violence...yet she begins to rationalize it..."sometimes he could be very nice."
still, she had consented to go away...frank had treated her nice...it was necessary for her to reciprocate...she tries to realize her potential as a person...but there is her old man...an obstacle.....he is probably neurotic, as well...he did something...like w/the blackthorn stick...
she remains at the window...this window imagery..sounds like a reread is in order. frank is maybe her saviour...little keogh, the cripple...w/her mother were here protectors before....but they...sploosh!
one of those spoiler situations...she associates going away w/death....
so....does she escape her father's violence...???/
yeah, good read...this may be one of the more approachable stories from joyce james....