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shamanicshayminTalk about literary headdesk.
Sylvia Plath isn't everyone's cup of tea, but gee anon. Seriously? Way to make yourself look like a total dick.
Yes, I read Bell Jar and I identified with Esther/Sylvia. Not because I want to be her like anon makes it sound, but because I was there. The perfectionism, the college failure, feeling like you don't live up to other's expectations no matter how hard you try, wanting to commit suicide and almost going through with it, even down to staying in a mental institution. I didn't find the book as depressing as I thought it would be, to be honest. I was actually feeling hopeful when I finished and felt the ending was ambiguous. 'Cause hey, who knows what lies ahead? But unlike Sylvia, Esther and I have a chance. Just because I don't know when the Bell Jar comes back doesn't mean I can't keep it at bay.
I don't know, but judging Plath's writing based off her life and suicide rather than her actual writing sounds petty to me. Saying Plath's readers must all be suicidal teenage girls is like saying readers of Hemingway are going to become alcoholics. I don't know about you, no matter how much I revere a writer, I would never go as far as to adopt their dangerous habits. Hell, look at poor Poe. I don't think he wanted all the misery and misfortune he had.
lol comparing Plath to Medea. Forever known as the "Poet Who Committed Suicide" huh?
Sylvia Plath isn't everyone's cup of tea, but gee anon. Seriously? Way to make yourself look like a total dick.
Yes, I read Bell Jar and I identified with Esther/Sylvia. Not because I want to be her like anon makes it sound, but because I was there. The perfectionism, the college failure, feeling like you don't live up to other's expectations no matter how hard you try, wanting to commit suicide and almost going through with it, even down to staying in a mental institution. I didn't find the book as depressing as I thought it would be, to be honest. I was actually feeling hopeful when I finished and felt the ending was ambiguous. 'Cause hey, who knows what lies ahead? But unlike Sylvia, Esther and I have a chance. Just because I don't know when the Bell Jar comes back doesn't mean I can't keep it at bay.
I don't know, but judging Plath's writing based off her life and suicide rather than her actual writing sounds petty to me. Saying Plath's readers must all be suicidal teenage girls is like saying readers of Hemingway are going to become alcoholics. I don't know about you, no matter how much I revere a writer, I would never go as far as to adopt their dangerous habits. Hell, look at poor Poe. I don't think he wanted all the misery and misfortune he had.
lol comparing Plath to Medea. Forever known as the "Poet Who Committed Suicide" huh?
