Katherine Mansfields short story Miss Brill outlines an old womans lack of understanding for a world that she observes so intimately. The story is told from the point of view of an aging insignificant character, who on this particular Sunday is cruelly forced to see herself in a different light. This essay will study Miss Brills forced development, and the conflict (s) she must face in this story. The story is so completely the language Miss Brill uses to describe her world, that it is left difficult to discuss.
In fact, the inclination is to just quote the brilliantly written sentences. The protagonist on the other hand, Miss Brill herself, is not brilliant at all. Miss Brill is the audience to a play pretending like she is starring in it, when really she is barely one of the most insignificant roles. No doubt somebody would have noticed if she hadnt been there; she was part of the performance after all (100).
The woman, likely 55 or older from Mansfields physical descriptions, lives her life and thrives in it through other peoples experiences. After all, she had really become an expert, she thought, at listening as though she didnt listen, at sitting in other peoples lives just for a minute while they talked round her (98).
Miss Brills inauthentic yet darkly happy view on life comes to an abrupt halt when a young woman loudly insults her, describing her fur as like a fried whiting, and then the young mans attack of who wants her Why doesnt she keep her silly old mug at home (100).
The Essay on Miss Brill 319 Life Companionship
... her life, as she wants forcing her to accept herself for whom she is in reality. At the end of the story, Miss Brill ... Miss Brill looks forward to her "Sunday after Sunday" (319) ... the ungrateful wife. These observations suggest that Miss Brill shows envy and disgust for the women at the park who have male companionship. ...
Miss Brill appears to be her own antagonist. So fictitious is her life, made up of secondhand experience (and secondhand furs! ), that she imagines she hears something crying in the box (101) but really she is just incapable of recognizing the root of her tears, which today is grid and humiliation. Miss Brills development is minimal, even after her little rude awakening in the park. In the storys descriptive beginning, she wanders around somewhat aimlessly playing her role as the observer.
At the mood-darkening end Miss Brill still appears to be an observer, but this time one that is close to understanding her own hopeless situation. This time much closer to the truth than earlier the same day.
