THE
BELL JAR
by
SYLVIA
PLATH
THE
BLURB:
“A
girl lives in an out-of-the-way town for nineteen years, so poor she
can't afford a magazine and then she gets a scholarship to college
and wins a prize here and there and ends up steering New York like
her own private car. Only I wasn't steering anything. Not even
myself.”
Working in New York one
hot summer, Esther Greenwood is on the brink of her future. Yet she
is also on the edge of a darkness that makes her world increasingly
unreal. In this vivid and unforgettable novel about the struggles of
growing up, Esther's world shines through: the wide-eyed country
girls, her crazed men-friends, hot dinner dances and nights in New
York, and a slow slide into breakdown.
THE
REALITY:
My
good God- this novel is compelling and then some. On a lighter note,
I like that Esther decides to name the heroine of her novel Elaine
(although she puts the idea of writing a novel off) and writes a line
and notes that she's probably read it somewhere else before. I've
felt like that and I think all writers have felt like that- because
we are readers, too, and sometimes prose sticks in the subconscious
if not the conscious. Back to the book and this slow descent into a
breakdown is so, so personal (and I believe more-then-partially
autobiographical.)
Sylvia
Plath uses the shape of a bell jar for an analogy of being trapped
inside her mental illness, and its use is very clever and
atmospheric. In fact, this whole book is very clever, with a range
of similies and metaphors. I especially like the
style of writing as Esther (very quickly, or so it seemed) began the
initial stages of losing her mind. The reason? Her first real let
down: being refused a place on a writing course (I think the novel
specifies that she's 20, but don't quote me on that). A previously
prodigiously intelligent, excellent student, it comes as a tremendous
blow to her. This is based on real life, and it's weird the way that
some people can handle let-downs and some can't. If a person has a
tendency towards instability, though, they can well end up forming
the latter part of that equation.
My
favourite parts were Esther's time in new York- where the city,
fashions, customs and etiquette of that time (I believe it's the
1950s) come alive and also her relationships with both Buddy and
Irwin. Her time in a mental asylum, and her reactions to her
treatment (especially electroconvulsive therapy) are brutally tackled
with a sensitive hand that seemingly wavers into madness itself.
Plath is certainly good at getting you to feel the exact emotions of
the main character, and I especially loved the interesting and bloody one-in-a-million loss-of-virginity scene. I like the way this book doesn't shy away from the gruesome, the animal and the personal, and both giving birth and the viewing of cadavers are depicted.
Regarded
as a great, read this and keep it on your bookshelf- I certainly
will.
