I really enjoyed the “Fall of the House of Usher” by Edgar Allan Poe. While it is a very sick and twisted story, it is really well written and it instills very vivid images into ones mind. I think that my favorite part about this story is the connection between the house and the brother and sister living there. There are many similarities between the descriptions of the house and Roderick Usher, at one point he describes both the house and Roderick in relation to opium users. Also, as Roderick and his sister get sicker and eventually die, so does the house. The crack in the wall that at the beginning is no bother, but by the end of the story during the deaths of the Usher’s, the house cracks in two. I assume that the progress of the house is also in direct relationship to the Usher line, and with each fall of an Usher, the house began to diminish.
In addition, we discussed in class how Roderick’s illness could not be pinpointed to a specific disease. I think that the House of the Usher’s is a character in its self, which is the cause to the downfall of the Usher’s. I also think that once you enter it is like another reality, one that sucks who ever enters the house into its undertakings. This can be seen when the narrator enters the house and stays for a while, making it possible to track his mental state into its demise. Thus, I think that the house is like an infectious disease that is bringing all those who reside there down with it.
I also think there is a connection between the brother and the sister. As the sister gets worse physically, so does the brother mentally. It said how they are twins, if she really does exist; I find it interesting that at the moment they came together they both instantly died. This death of the final Usher’s brings the death of the House of Usher’s as well. Which also has something to do with the end of their bloodline. “while I gazed, this fissure rapidly widened—there came a fierce breath of the whirlwind—the entire orb of the satellite burst at once upon my sight—my brain reeled as I saw the mighty walls rushing asunder—there was a long tumultuous shouting sound like the voice of a thousand waters—and the deep and dank tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the House of Usher”