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•AUTHOR
•PLOT
•CHARACTERS
•MAIN TOPICS:
* Feminine Identity.
* Nature and Madness.
* Colonialism and Xenophobia.
* Language.
•RELEVANCE OF THE TITLE.
THE AUTHOR
•Margaret Atwood
•1939.
•Ottawa, Canada.
•Raised in Toronto.
•Lived in the wilderness.
•Poet, Novelist, Critic and Shortstory writer
•Surfacing is Margaret Atwood's second
novel, which was published in 1972
PLOT
THE NARRATOR:
JOE
HISTORICAL CONTEXT:
LEGAL VICTORIES:
“That man over there says that women need to be helped into
carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place
everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-
puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain´t I a woman? Look at
me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered
into barns, and no man could head me! Ain´t I a woman? I could
work as much and eat as much as a man(…)
(…) he says women can´t have as much rights as men, ´cause
Christ wasn´t a woman! Where did your Christ come from? From
God and a Woman! Man had nothing to do with him!...”
(p30 ch4) “I couldn´t have brought the child here, I never identified as
mine.. It was my husband´s, he imposed it on me, all the time it was
growing in me I felt like an incubator. He measured everything he
would let me eat, he wanted a replica of himself, after it was born I
was no more use. He was clever: he kept saying he loved me”
(p55 ch6) “I thought I was really a princess and I´d end up living in a
castle”
(p.79 ch 9) “they shut you into a hospital, they shave the hair off you
and tie your hands down and they don´t let you use, they don´t want
you to understand, they want you to believe it´s their power, not
yours.”
(p97 ch10) “Prove your love, they say. You really want to marry me,
let me fuck you instead.”
(p123 ch14) “He wants me to look like a young chick all the time, If I
don´t he gets mad. He´s got this little set of rules. If I break one of
them I get punished, except he keeps changing them so I´m never
sure.”
NATURE-MADNESS
(p 173, chapter 21) “I walk to the hill and scan the shoreline, finding
the place, opening, where they disappeared: checking, reassuring. It’s
true, I am by myself; this is what I wanted, to stay here alone. From any
rational point of view I am absurd; but there are no longer any rational
points of view”
•THE WATER SHE IS DIVING IS A SYMBOL OF HER
UNCONSCIOUS.
(P 182 and 183, chapter 23) “I untie my feet from the shoes and walk
down to the shore; the earth is damp, cold, pockmarked with raindrops. I
pile the blanket on the rock and step into the water and lie down. When
every part of me is wet I take off my clothes, peeling them away from my
flesh like wallpaper. They sway beside me, inflated, the sleeves bladders
of air.
My back is on the sand, my head rests against the rock, innocent as
plankton; my hair spreads out, moving and fluid in the water. The earth
rotates, holding my body down to it as it holds the moon; the sun pounds
in the sky, red flames and rays pulsing from it, searing away the wrong
form that encases me, dry rain soaking through me, warming the blood
egg I carry. I dip my head beneath the water, washing my eyes.
Inshore a loon; it lowers its head, then lifts it again and calls. It sees me
but it ignores me, accepts me as part of the land.
When I am clean I come up out of the lake, leaving my false body floated
on the surface, a cloth decoy; it jiggles in the waves I make, nudges
gently against the dock”
She wants to raise a child in the wilderness
and show him/her the beauty of the life in the
wild:
(p 165, chapter 20) “I can feel my lost child surfacing within me,
forgiving me, rising from the lake where it has been prisoned
for so long, its eyes and teeth phosphorescent; the two halves
clasp, interlocking like fingers, it buds, it sends out fronds.
This time I will do it by myself, squatting, on old newspapers in
a corner alone; or on leaves, dry leaves, a heap of them, that's
cleaner. The baby will slip out easily as an egg, a kitten, and I'll
lick it off and bite the cord, the blood returning to the ground
where it belongs; the moon will be full, pulling. In the morning I
will be able to see it: it will be covered with shining fur, a god, I
will never teach it any words.”
•SHE REALIZES THAT PAIN EXISTS EVERYWHERE,
EVEN IN NATURE.
COLONIALISM-XENOPHOBIA
HISTORICAL CONTEXT:
Quiet Revolution
AMERICAN EXPANSION
“Amburger, oh yes, we have lots. How much?” she asks, adding the H
carelessly to show she can if she feels like it. This is border country.
“A pound, no, two pounds”, I say, blushing even more because I’ve
been so easily discovered, they’re making fun of me and I have no way
of letting them know I share the joke. Also I agree with them, if you live
in a placer you should speak the language. But this isn’t where I live.
(p 190, chapter 25) “two of them clima the hill to the cabin. They are
talking,
their voices are distinct but they penetrate my ears as sounds only,
foreign radio.
It must be either English or French but I can’t recognize it as any
language I’ve ever heard or known”.