‘… such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future’ (Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath)
One of the most affecting books I have read is The Journals of Sylvia Plath. Led to it by my admiration of The Bell Jar and her poetry, I was surprised at the literary quality of her private writings. They possess the open confidentiality of her later poems in Ariel, and although the abridged version cuts out most references to negativity in regards to Ted Hughes, and her mother, Aurelia Plath, it still provides an intimate portrait of the writer. Female readers may find themselves fascinated by the contradictions involved in being an intellectual woman in the 1950s. Although respected and accepted, Plath still had her own demons to deal with. But were these the product also of her surroundings? I have written an essay exploring this and other aspects of Plath’s work and context, but that is for another time…
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