Just for fun, permit me to float a balloon here. Another
thought has occurred to me about trifles (things or people of little
importance) in Glaspell’s play. The fabric of a person’s life is a mosaic of
fragmented shards that when fitted together tell a story. Every piece, what the
men in the story refer to as “trifles,” is a symbol in the narrative of a life.
Each so-called trifle is a piece of a puzzle or a pixel in a larger image. The
clothes we wear, the people we associate with, the books we read, the movies we
watch, the papers we write, and the furniture in our living room say something
about us. They are mind prints. Every trifle has meaning that is subject to
interpretation. Therefore, meaning itself is subjective—no less so than right
and wrong, and what is moral or immoral. At the end of the play the women are practicing moral autonomy.
In essence, perhaps Glaspell is showing us that there are no
trifles. Every human being, every animal, has inherent value that is independent
of its usefulness to other people. A woman’s intrinsic value is independent of
her usefulness to a man. The clues to solve a mystery are there for everyone to
discover. In “Trifles,” the men value those clues differently than the women. They
only see “woman things” in the kitchen of the Wright house rather than having an
open mind about what is there, the meanings they hold for people and what they
symbolize. Indeed, they do not value them at all because their culturally
constructed gender bias blinds them. They see the micro detached from the macro,
and so they fail to connect the dots. Clueless, they go off floundering in the
barn looking for clues. Does this make any sense or am I grasping at straws?
I enjoyed these observations. It's true that our belongings tell a story about our lives, and if you take a closer look there is a story there. The men in this story are looking for some huge piece of evidence to jump out at them instead of focusing on the details that reveal so much. Reading your post made me think of the TV show "Monk", a detective who specializes in finding the smallest details to solve crimes! If you haven't seen it, I'd recommend it.
ReplyDeleteI didn't mean to use the word "story" twice in the second sentence. Sounds a little weird. Oops!
ReplyDeleteI really love this post, Charles, and I think you are onto a larger point that Glaspell is getting at: lives are made up of "trifles" and if we only look at the "big" and "important" pieces, we miss out on a lot.
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