In her field-changing first book, Women, Compulsion, Modernity: The Moment of American Naturalism, Jennifer L. Fleissner placed female identity at the center of the most masculine of genres: American naturalism. Women, Compulsion, Modernity made the stunning argument that the trajectory of female characters in naturalist novels is not one of decline—the term critics typically use to characterize naturalist plots—but stasis, “ongoing, nonlinear, repetitive motion” (9). Fleissner pointed to Carrie in her rocking chair in Theodore Dreiser's Sister Carrie; the heroine of Charlotte Perkins Gilman's “The Yellow Wallpaper” going round and round her room; Edna Pontellier going “on and on and on” into the water at the end of Kate Chopin's The Awakening; the compulsive repetitions of Trina in Frank Norris's McTeague; Lily Bart's vacillations in Edith Wharton's The House of Mirth; Melanctha's repetitions in Gertrude Stein's Three Lives. In a stroke, naturalist determinism became...

You do not currently have access to this content.