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UNIVERSITY ENGLISH
Course Assignment 2
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Amy Tan is a well-known author who was born in California to Chinese immigrants. Much of
her work focuses on the Chinese immigrant experience, American-Chinese culture, and
mother-daughter relationships. She has written numerous books that include The Joy Luck
Club, The Bonesetter's Daughter, and Saving Fish from Drowning. She has also won an
Emmy for her animated series, Sagwa. This article, in which Tan discusses what clothes
reveal about a person, ( THESIS STATEMENT) first appeared in Harper's Bazaar in 2006.
A few months back I attended a benefit luncheon at the home of a venture capitalist 1
in Silicon Valley whose art collection adorned nearly every vertical surface of her Bauhaus
house. While freshening up, I was amused to see she had artwork even in her bathroom and,
as I then saw, her vault-size closet. I stepped in, ostensibly to examine the painting, and
At first glance the interior of the closet and its cabinetry of bird's-eye maple were merely 2
impressive. An Eames bench sat in the center, where one might sit as if resting among
exhibits at a costume museum. Cashmere sweaters and scarves, arranged by tonality, were
aligned on sliding trays. Segregated sections contained jackets, black-tie gowns, cocktail
party dresses, business suits, and golfing attire-phalanxes of fashion organized by function,
color, and texture, all of it hanging on the erect shoulders of identical mahogany hangers, a
And then there was this: four banks of shelves housing four dozen shoe boxes, which had 3
been wrapped in rough hemp mesh and coated with a thin layer of gouache. Affixed to the
front of each was a small stainless-steel nameplate, on which appeared the names of the
various conceptual artists: Giorgio Armani, Manolo Blahnik, and Jimmy Choo. In smaller type
were notes with numbers and letters; those, I discerned through similar coding found in other
parts of her closet, referred to the black-tie, cocktail, and business attire that coordinated with
the shoes. This was the temple into which the woman entered to consider the existential
question we all face each day: I am what I wear, I wear what I am. Who am I today?
You don't have to be a psychiatrist to recognize that the matching hangers and labeled 4
mind. Although she was only in her 30s, I knew she would never marry. This was clearly
someone who was so inflexible she allowed no wrinkles in her life, certainly no man with
As I made this smug assessment, I had a sudden and terrible realization that my own 5
closet had served for others as an amusing window into my psyche. I could picture it: the
overflowing drawers of socks and stockings, long dresses mingling with old blouses and
skirts, winter clothes with summer, many of the outfits dangling by one shoulder off skewed
plastic and wire hangers. My rack of clothes was far from looking like a precision team; it was
the unruly lineup of people waiting to deplane after a red-eye flight. Under the clothes rack
and pushed against the wall were various bags from my latest round of travels, half packed
with clean and dirty clothes as well as items I had thought were necessities and turned out
not to be. Clearly, anyone would conclude that my life was a mess, that I had no concept of
boundaries and often did not know if I was coming or going. My closet was a repository of
It occurred to me that closet analysis should be part of any psychotherapy sessions with a 6
Freudian. The ego: That would be the clothes representing the private side—say, the comfort
clothes a woman wears when she is alone and sick at home with the flu, when she is her
essential miserable self. In my case, that would be the oversize fleecewear and the babydoll
dress I bought a dozen years ago that reminded me of the babydoll dress I wore when I was
fourteen and questioned almost nothing told to me. Among the comfort clothes I wear—and
I know this will sound sick—are the pink pajamas my mother wore the last week of her life.
In that vein, there are also the wool Bavarian slipper socks that were a Christmas present
from a friend who died too young, the nightgown I wore the night after my father died, and
the six sweaters my mother knitted the following year and gave me when I gladly escaped
her clutches and started college a year early. Those were the sweaters I never wore again
until my thirties, when I found them stuffed in a cardboard box of old clothes.
As for the superego, those are the clean clothes a person wears in public as an 7
adaptation to a social setting, situation, or purpose—the fashions that make a woman look
sexy to a suitor, younger at a reunion, or sensibly boring to a future mother-in-law. They are
the suits that have already proven their worth during successful interviews and speeches,
the clingy top that led to a pleasantly consummated dalliance, the pants that fit after six
months of exercise. Often those outfits are advanced front and center. But they are always
subject to demotion; once they fail at their intended purpose, they're shoved to the back,
along with impulse items never worn, whose price tags had once made them irresistible and
now remind us how little we value our intelligence. To throw them away only magnifies the
stupidity. At the farthest reaches of the closet—the corners of the topmost shelves, squeezed
behind uncoded shoe boxes, crammed at the back of drawers, or hidden under a pile of flip-
flops and unused running shoes—resides the id. This is the underwear you will have on when
you wake up in the ambulance, the permanently stained clothing, and other ghastly things
I tried to rationalize the untidy personality within my closet as complex and not twisted like 8
the wire hangers I got for free from the dry cleaner's.
impossible to live an orderly life when it is chaos and confusion that serve me best as a writer.
Messiness is the impetus, the disarray is the wellspring, even the shameful parts—especially
those. I dredge them up and salvage them over and over again. I cannot discard clothes if
they were gifts, no matter how hideous. To do so would make me feel ungrateful for
friendship. The clutter within a closet is fond memories, hard-learned mistakes, comfort for
Today, if you were to open my closet door, you would see blouses hung in one section, 10
jackets in another. Long skirts are partitioned from long dresses. One shelf is labeled “long-
sleeved tops,” another “short-sleeved tops,” and a third “no sleeves.” The shoes are in shoe
caddies or on wire racks, and they are separated by season and function. The drawers
contain socks and underwear, even the old ones, folded as nicely as those in fine lingerie
stores. The nightgowns are placed in two drawers according to fabric weight.
How did I come to see the light? It was really quite simple and unexpected. My old 11
housekeeper retired and recommended a new one, a woman with common sense and a way
to apply it to the interior life of other people. When I returned from one of my travels, I saw
that my closet had been transformed. When she presented me with the receipts for storage
containers and other equipment, I was amazed to see how little matching hangers cost. For
so little money, a girl can have a precision team at her beck and call.
Through such objective orderliness, I saw some of my foibles exposed: six skirts that 12
were almost identical in fabric, color, and length. Why do I buy the same thing over and over
again? What ingrained insecurity or needless pattern does that signify? I began to pare down
and wound up with a dozen bagfuls—the useless jean jackets of my youth, the meaningless
impulse buys, the excess of unused baseball caps and T-shirts emblazoned with the names
of bookstores, book festivals, writers' conferences, annual events, cities visited, and tour
attractions toured. My housekeeper gladly took those clothes, and for this, I too was grateful.
In reducing the chaos, I found what I had misplaced and buried. Among them were my 13
mother's wedding jacket, a favorite blouse that I wrongfully assumed a girl at a party had
stolen, the velveteen vest that was the first expensive present my then boyfriend and now
husband gave me more than thirty years ago. And that, I realized, is also the kind of discovery
I make when writing stories. In wading through the mess, I gradually put aside what is no
longer meaningful, what is overused, what is overly sentimental. And what is left is the
essentials: both a sense of who I am and memories of what helped me become that way.
(Langan, 2014)
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Questions:
1. In the passage there are some words that are highlighted. Try to make sense of
their general meaning and provide a brief explanation for each one. Don’t use
ART
B.VAULT-SIZE= SOMETHING WHICH HAS A SIZE WHICH REACHED THE ROOF IN THIS
SENTENCE IT MEANS THE CLOSET WAS REACHING OR NEARLY TO REACH THE ROOF
OR DIVIDED
TO THE SENTENCE
N. FOIBLES= WEAKNESS
U.BECK= A STREAM
V. EMBLAZONED= DESIGNED
2. Which of the following titles best describe the passage? Explain why. 5 points
By looking at your own closet, you can learn a lot about yourself. This is the correct
one although, the author visited another closet first but she took back her memory
By visiting other people’s closets, you can learn a lot about those people.
help.
Although it seems like organizing a closet would be expensive, it really can be done
inexpensively.
30 points
In paragraph 6 the author describing to us how analysing the closet of someone can
represent the life of that person and the condition which he or she is going through.
Especially when the person is in miserable condition, the author is mentioned some
of the clothes that she was being using in her hard days, as well as what she wears
when she is alone and sick in flu in her home. The author suggesting that closet
Underlined in green
Underlined in violet
*This passage is talking about what the closet can reveal about the life
and the condition that the owner going through, furthermore, the closet
can reveal the private life of the person, looking into your own closet or
someone else’s closet can teach you a lot about yourself and the life of
that other person. The author suggested within her article that it is very
important for the psychotherapy classes should have closet analysis
sessions. The author specified some of the clothes that she wore during
her hard times like wearing fleece wear during flu and alone at home.
The author also demonstrates that clean and neat clothes during the
speeches and the interviews can help the person to be successful in
addition to that the author describes a neat and tidy closet for
successful and happy life while untidy and messing closet means
messing life. Lastly, the person is for what uses as clothes, your clothes
can make you sharp or vice versa.
Good Luck!