Linda Loman Essay

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Linda Loman
Linda Loman is a flat, undeveloped character, a foil for the main character in Arthur Miller’s “Death of a Salesman” (1262).
Linda, his wife, has stirred in her bed at the right. She gets out and puts on a robe, listening. Most often jovial, she has developed an iron repression of her exceptions to Willy’s behavior – she more than loves him, she admires him, as though his mercurial temper, his massive dreams and little cruelties, served her only as sharp reminders of the turbulent longings within him, longings which she shares but lacks the temperament to utter and follow to their end. (1263)
In his stage directions the playwright gives a brief characterization of Linda -- and even here she is described by how she is
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Later in Act 1, in a scene set in the past, Willy brags about how much he sold (1200 gross) on his recent trip to Providence and Boston. Linda whips out a pen and paper, calculates how much his commission will be, and he is forced to admit that he sold much, much less (200 gross). Without missing a beat, Linda takes the revised sales information and calculates that he made just over $70. She doesn’t chastise him for his bragging or nag him for making less than they need. She matter-of-factly announces “Well, next week you’ll do better (1276).” When Willy talks about why he has to work so much harder, longer, than the next guy because he talks too much or is too fat, Linda soothes his ego and tells him, “Willy darling, you’re the handsomest man in the world — . . . to me you are. (Slight pause.) The handsomest (1277).” Linda loves Willy; when he gets down on himself, she tries to builds him up.
Willy’s suicide is the ultimate betrayal of his wife. He decides to commit suicide to provide his son with a $20,000 stake while imagining how impressed Biff will be by the large turnout at his funeral. He has no thought for Linda or her grief. The play ends with her saying she is unable to cry:
Forgive me dear. I can’t cry. I don’t know what it is, but I can’t cry. I don’t understand it. Why did you ever do that? Help me, Willy, I can’t cry. It seems to me

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