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The Bell Jar Sylvia Plath S Shocking, Realistic, And Intensely Emotional Novel About A Woman Falling Into The Grip Of Insanity Esther Greenwood Is Brilliant, Beautiful, Enormously Talented, And Successful, But Slowly Going Under Maybe For The Last Time In Her Acclaimed And Enduring Masterwork, Sylvia Plath Brilliantly Draws The Reader Into Esther S Breakdown With Such Intensity That Her Insanity Becomes Palpably Real, Even Rational As Accessible An Experience As Going To The Movies A Deep Penetration Into The Darkest And Most Harrowing Corners Of The Human Psyche, The Bell Jar Is An Extraordinary Accomplishment And A Haunting American Classic I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us If the book we are reading doesn t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for we need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we lovedthan ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us Franz Kafka January 27, 1904 I saw my life branching out before me like th I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us If the book we are reading doesn t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for we need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we lovedthan ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us Franz Kafka January 27, 1904 I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was Chapter 7 There is a lulling silence engulfing this entire book, and if it weren t for the darkening clouds approaching, an infinite palette brimming with all the shades of creation, one may never guess that it is the calm before the storm Amid the impending commotion, the ancient state of confusion hovering over this land, a tree has already started to sense the chaos A fig tree is losing its branches, one by one, as the storm unleashes its fury and time passes us by The house does no longer provides shelter its white walls won t stop the cold, we see the ceiling yet we ll feel the rain Crystals are besieging us The captives in the world of glass feel it all My first encounter with Sylvia Plath s work was Ariel It was a good read but it didn t leave me memorable impressions Later I understood how excruciatingly personal her poetry was, thus missing a plethora of subtle vocals, strong undertones, harrowing melodies After reading about her life and watching a biopic, the connection was absolutely different regarding, for instance, the same two poems I had read months ago There may be a lack of lyrical substance, of the mellifluous quality in language worthy of all praises, but to me, the beauty of her verse lies on her honest display of emotions through complex and raw imagery I find that openness refreshing How unsafe it is to be on the brink of vulnerability, with a bunch of emotions for one person or a whole world to see And yet, how brave giving free expression to such feelings, turning them into creative energy How invigorating Even when no one is listening to anyone Not even the ones who complain about how deaf the world is Under these circumstances, I decided to revisit her poetry someday The thing that triggered this series of fortunate events was a review by a friend, which made me want to give Plath s writing another try, because I had sensed many times that she was an author I would certainly love inexplicable hunches Therefore, I dived into her only novel, The Bell Jar, first published in 1963 under the pseudonym Victoria Lucas and under her name in 1967 It tells the story of Esther Greenwood, the young heiress of several of Plath s life experiences The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn t thought about it I dreaded this review I knew that from this novel would emerge a personal journal barely touching upon the merits of the book I postponed the process many times since I didn t want to deal with it, the easiest path evoking an infantile self preservation, considering the world as an enormous rug where one can hide every unpleasant feeling, all the mirrors whose reflections we don t dare to acknowledge I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet In this novel, I found indecision under the apposite metaphor of a fig tree undying portions of time where absence is a unilateral reality, and the inability to fit the standards to which a woman is supposed to belong a perpetual rift between professional development and motherhood The disparities between the world of a man and the encapsulated universe of a woman in mid 20th century America Or any place, any time I couldn t stand the idea of a woman having to have a single pure life and a man being able to have a double life, one pure and one not Such differences constitute a theme that is deeply explored in this book, and from all perspectives, such as work and sexuality Whether she knew it or not, Philomena Guinea was buying my freedom What I hate is the thought of being under a man s thumb, I had told Doctor Nolan A man doesn t have a worry in the world, while I ve got a baby hanging over my head like a big stick, to keep me in line While fighting against her demons, we find in Esther a powerful and perceptive character, full of conviction and harboring a strong yearning for independence, a situation that naturally didn t involve the oppressive presence of a man absorbing her individuality like an unwavering sponge However, the way her mind worked was muchprofound than a trendy dislike composed of empty words It was a search for identity in a society ruled by men and in which she felt inadequate most of the time Through the character s reflections, we witness her longing for liberation from the ties of the expected The trouble was, I hated the idea of serving men in any way I wanted to dictate my own thrilling letters It is certainly striking that this novel, which deals with complex themes under such a stifling atmosphere, could also make me smile Esther has a unique sense of humor and some of her comments regarding a vast array of things were rather amusing Under the night that never seemed to end, trying to illuminate the long corridors of her mind, accompanied by voices, electricity and despair, she made me her confident and brought me smiles to pass the time The Bell Jar is an ambitious work, as I read before, but it s not a perfect novel There are some fissures that should prevent me from giving it a 5 star rating Nevertheless, I changed my first rating from four to five stars it is on my favorites shelf, another favorite axe, and it has rekindled my feelings for Plath I am grateful for the story she shared And for the fate she forged for her character I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart I am, I am, I am Despite the darkness in which this book is immersed, a sense of hope still lingers even after finishing this somber journey Fig trees are on solid ground, awaiting for courage, a leap of faith, life changing decisions meaning, beauty, uniqueness The silence, a limpid layer which allows to admire the now splendid azure sky, is no longer an ominous sign As a small stone is thrown into a pond, causing violent ripples that soon vanish while the former serenity is restored, such silence is interrupted briefly by the sound of glass breaking In the midst of too much consciousness, those small shivers are a vital part of the ritual for being born twice patched, retreaded and approved for the road Feb 02, 17 Also on my blog Photo credit Bell jar via Pinterest Fig Tree ficus Masai Mara, Kenya Elsen KarstadBroken window via karasoft.info There are many who have read The Bell Jar and absolutely loved it I am gladly considering myself one of them I was a little caught of guard when I read a few reviews of The Bell Jar comparing it to The Catcher in the Rye stating how it s the female version of it I liked Catcher but I know there are many people who didn t and upon hearing that may be similar to Catcher not have the desire to read it I assure you, The Bell Jar is a book all on it s own and should not be compared to any other b There are many who have read The Bell Jar and absolutely loved it I am gladly considering myself one of them I was a little caught of guard when I read a few reviews of The Bell Jar comparing it to The Catcher in the Rye stating how it s the female version of it I liked Catcher but I know there are many people who didn t and upon hearing that may be similar to Catcher not have the desire to read it I assure you, The Bell Jar is a book all on it s own and should not be compared to any other book even as a compliment.When I first started reading the book I was a little put off, feeling it was an extremely pretensious novel Her descriptions were crisp and precise, often using words that one rarely hears spoken or even read I went into the novel knowing that Plath was a poet and felt that at first the book was just another form of her poetry and her showing off her writing abilities But that only remained within the first two pages, because after that I became absorbed The writing that I was a little sketchy about at first helped me visualize the setting and get to know the characters And though Plath never really described many characters as to their personality, I began to feel I knew them all intimately.Strangely enough, if you remember in my last review, what bothered me most about The Good Earth did not bother me in The Bell Jar Because the Esther, the character we are following, is slowly descending into madness, time no longer matters There are a few times I was confused about the timeline, but it did not upset me The book really spoke to me because of my own personal experiences with depression and suicide It spoke to me as a woman and my views on sex and the confusion I m sure most other girls out there face It s amazing that this book was written and published over 30 years ago, really, when a new woman was coming out into the world I have a feeling that this book helped women realize that they re not alone, and brought things to light that most people have commonly shoved aside women and men But what else is amazing is how relevant these topics still are today Specifically with suicide, and specifically about the virtue and pureness of women compared to men.So I guess that is why The Bell Jar is often compared to The Catcher in the Rye, with it s discussions and writings of often controversial titles Setting off a new generation of writers, styles, and people Another book also came to mind as I was reading, and that was The Perks of Being a Wallflower There are moments when I could make a few direct comparisons between the two With Esther slowly seperating herself from socialization and sinking deeper into her own thoughts and depression Analyzing things that go on around her and her surroundings Very reminscent of Perks.If you feel you re suffering from depression, madness, confusion about topics pertaining to society and sex, or just looking for a good read, The Bell Jar is definetly the book for you I also advise, if you re seriously suffering from depression, to get help for yourself There is no shame in it, and getting help is better than ending your life Even if you need to go on medication, DO NOT feel ashamed, especially if it s going to help you even I feel like I owe Sylvia Plath an apology This is a book I actively avoided for years because so many people namely female classmates who wanted to be perceived as painfully different or terminally misunderstood or on the verge of absolutely losing their teenage shit lauded the virtues of this book and how it, like, so totally spoke to them in places they didn t even know they had ears My own overly judgmental high school self could not accept even the remote possibility of actual merit lurk I feel like I owe Sylvia Plath an apology This is a book I actively avoided for years because so many people namely female classmates who wanted to be perceived as painfully different or terminally misunderstood or on the verge of absolutely losing their teenage shit lauded the virtues of this book and how it, like, so totally spoke to them in places they didn t even know they had ears My own overly judgmental high school self could not accept even the remote possibility of actual merit lurking between the covers of something that such bland, faux distraught ninnies clung to like a life raft.I should probably also apologize for referring to every pair of oven mitts I ve ever owned as a pair of Sylvias but I think the lady scribe in question was too mired in real problems to care all that much about my sick amusement s crass reduction The Bell Jar, packed as it was with bleak truths, difficult topics and wryly dark humor, was not at all what I was expecting Old biases die hard I couldn t help but brace myself for a trivial tribute to mental imbalances, White Girl Problems and petty complaints disguised as life ruining moments What I got was an utter lack of histrionics and a sincere, to the point road map of one talented young lady s fight against her inner demons Sylvia s alter ego Esther Greenwood let s all take a second to appreciate the sly cleverness of trading Sylvia for the fictional surname Greenwood is so straightforward in addressing her despair that I couldn t help but extendsympathy than I thought I could muster to her understated suffering If nothing else, this book taught me that my own bouts of the blues are simply me being human and could be so muchdebilitating For that clarity of self awareness alone, I am grateful.Reading this as I neared the Infinite Jest finish line offered necessary perspective that helped me get a better idea of what it must have been like inside such a messy head The relative ease with which IJ s depressed cast could self medicate in secret or seek refuge where at least someone was trying to understand the extent of such gaping psychological wounds offered a jarring contrast to the way Sylvia Esther seemed truly isolated from those who couldn t see how awful it was to live inside herself While she encountered precious little understanding in both her personal life Mrs Greenwood s inability to see her daughter s problem as her daughter s problem instead of wondering what she did wrong just rubbed my modern sensibilities the wrong way and from the medical professionals who were tasked with helping her rise above the sinking despair she couldn t escape, I finished this fictionalized semi autobiography 50 years after its publication with a keener understanding of what Sylvia Plath endured than I m comfortable with I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer na I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were manyfigs I couldn t quite make out I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet Phenomenal Please read it It s impeccable Note it definitely shows it s age with some racist descriptions of things which was a bummer and reminded me how lucky we are to live in 2020

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