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Hello and welcome, here is my little essay —
I thought it was a lovely story, especially the part about the fig tree in winter under the snow and then the fig tree in spring with all the green fruit. I felt sorry when I came to the last page. I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig tree.
Sylvia Plath, from the The Bell Jar
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Beautiful and deadly as well.
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Flowers of Harlem, New York, 1953. Photographed by Édouard Boubat.
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What’s also weird about this is, though there’s a lot to explore about why or authorial intent for how we read the character or whatever, Esther in The Bell Jar is just straight up racist. It starts very obviously and on the nose right in the first chapter. Arguably, while very believable for a character with her background, it doesn’t really get explored in the work well in the way mental health, sexism and to a lesser degree homophobia is. It just happens, as background. So for someone trying to put up a virtue signal post to contrast with hatred for an author held up as racist on relatively flimsy or sometimes batshit non-evidence… it’s… an odd choice.
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