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The Feather Pillow by Horacio Quiroga
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OK. So.
The story is called The Feather Pillow. So I'm thinking that at least part of the point is the pillow, that masked the creature sucking the life out of Alicia.
But why is the creature there? How did it get there?
And that it's normally a parasite of birds...
So, is this about freedom and love?
I think so.
But I'm always going to say everything is about love.
The story is called The Feather Pillow. So I'm thinking that at least part of the point is the pillow, that masked the creature sucking the life out of Alicia.
But why is the creature there? How did it get there?
And that it's normally a parasite of birds...
So, is this about freedom and love?
I think so.
But I'm always going to say everything is about love.
The oppresive household restricted thier love for each other and eventually sucked the life out of both of them. Definitely about freedom and love. Also, I thought of Poe half way through the story.
That's how I felt. As though the hands of love and passion were being tied behind their backs. It was cold and hard to read, especially when I felt like they were sublimating so extremely:
Suddenly Jordan, with deep tenderness, ran his hand very slowly over her head, and Alicia instantly burst into sobs, throwing her arms around his neck. For a long time she cried out all the fears she had kept silent, redoubling her weeping at Jordan's slightest caress. Then her sobs subsided, and she stood a long while, her face hidden in the hollow of his neck, not moving or speaking a word.
Exactly! I've been pondering that one so much lately. This story comes to me like... synchronicity!
I'm still stuck on the title, though. The thing that hid the horrible parasite.
Why is that the title of the story?
I'm still stuck on the title, though. The thing that hid the horrible parasite.
Why is that the title of the story?

I read some of the background on the author before reading the story and still, I was surprised. After a second read, here's what I'm thinking...
When the couple married, the husband provided everything, the home (sterile), the surroundings (cold), the furnishings (museum-like). Her new world was a reflection of her spouse.
I think the feather pillow is equal to the husband himself. "He loved her profoundly but never let it be seen." He couldn't show his love for his wife and because of that, she was drained of her love for him.
But why is it called the feather pillow?
Why is the husband like that feather pillow?
I'm wondering if feather pillows were ordinary for those times or if they were a luxury.
Was the husband all fluff?
Maybe he appeared to be an ordinary man on the outside, but something inside him - something hideous and evil and beyond his control - sucked the life out of the one he loved the most.

Notice how similar it is to Dracula chapters about Lucy being sucked dry by Dracula while nobody notices.
Freedom to Love requires reason & logic and instinct. But mostly courage.
Yes!
Right, there is the whole sense of blood, of life force, being removed from her. Of life being removed from her because the giving was not accepted.
Or maybe there's something more sinister, as Bonita suggests. I do believe there are people out there to whom we give various names - takers, emotional vampires, and other silly nomenclature - but people who take our energy and use it for themselves.
Otherwise, why a parasite that normally infects birds?
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.~Rumi
Right, there is the whole sense of blood, of life force, being removed from her. Of life being removed from her because the giving was not accepted.
Or maybe there's something more sinister, as Bonita suggests. I do believe there are people out there to whom we give various names - takers, emotional vampires, and other silly nomenclature - but people who take our energy and use it for themselves.
Otherwise, why a parasite that normally infects birds?

So, it is a bird parasite,because the only thing that would hide in a feather pillow and the danger is the pillow who can hide in plain faice, like a certain letter...
Plus, to a south american, a crab, a mosquito, etc are quite more dangerous than bats. Anyways, if I recall well this story was in the Cuentos de locura, amor e muerte.
There it was something harmless, a luxury?, pretty even. Just a pillow hiding a killer. scary. All of my pillows are synthetic. Hahaha... I read and liked the study guide with the writers background. Very similar to Poe's love of Death. I don't remember any Maupassant. I'll search for a link.

Excellent point, Bonita.
Makes me think of the gulf between man and woman.
But I think about that so much these days that I'm afraid I'm projecting!
Makes me think of the gulf between man and woman.
But I think about that so much these days that I'm afraid I'm projecting!

is this story reflecting his obbsession with death in nature. Random death. Often harsh and cruel.??


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