Essaie sur Blanche Blanche DuBois in ‘A StreetCar Named Desire’
Publié le 03/10/2022
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To what extent can Blanche DuBois be described as a victim in ‘A StreetCar Named
Desire’
In ‘A Streetcar Named Desire’, Blanche DuBois is presented as the protagonist
throughout the whole play as the play starts with her arrival at Stanley’s and
Stella’s apartment and ends as she leaves it.
During the play, the audience gets to
see Blanche from multiple perspectives, which leads to the question of whether or
not she is a victim in the play.
Firstly, when Blanche arrives at the Kowalskis’ apartment, she is portrayed as a
haughty and unpleasant character.
Furtheron, the reader discovers that this
ostentatious shell actually hides a woman who has lived through complicated events
and finally that Blanche is a victim of desire.
Firstly, a victim is a person who has suffered physical, material, or moral
harm or damage.
A victim suffers mistreatment, injustices from others.
At the
beginning of the play, it is impossible to define Blanche DuBois as a victim, as
she appears to be arrogant and unpleasant.
Indeed, for example, when Blanche just
arrives at Stella’s place, she says ‘I thought you would never come back to this
horrible place!’.
This is a perfect example to show that Blanche seems to be
confident, even a little too much since this comment is useless and inappropriate
and is simply degrading for Stella.
In addition, Stella welcomes her....
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