“When Esther Greenwood wins an internship on a New York fashion magazine in 1953, she is elated, believing she will finally realise her dream to become a writer. But in between the cocktail parties and piles of manuscripts, Esther’s life begins to slide out of control. She finds herself spiralling into depression and eventually a suicide attempt, as she grapples with difficult relationships and a society which refuses to take women’s aspirations seriously.”
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The Bell Jar is the first serious novel I’ve ever read. I have been reading snippets of Plath’s literary works for a while now and I’ve found myself completely drawn to her. I am a fan.
The felicity of her writing style and choices of words showcased in this novel has successfully delivered a smooth flowing, non intimidating and engaging work of art in form of letters, spaces, paper and ink. Sylvia Plath’s immense talent to narrate such a woebegone story beautifully has the power to leave ripples of melancholic and almost disturbing thoughts in any reader if they let themselves submerge into it willfully or not, as they will be for sure.
She tells a story of Esther Greenwood- a bright, perceptive, and full of potential young lady who is trying to unveil her own dreams and aspirations as the world unfolds before her eyes. She imagined her life would be laid out before her eyes the way it ought to be. To her dismay, she found herself drifting away and lost in a world where in her capacity, she just couldn’t find a place in it to fit into. Pressures, uncertainties, relationship difficulties, social issues and a rejection drove her mind away from sanity.
I do not know how it feels like to be in the verge of going mad but as I read on through the chapters where Esther’s mind and behavior started to float in disarray genuinely sent shivers down my spine. An assortment of sad and painful emotions as she began to consider committing suicide as she did truly bothered me.
In lots of ways, I could relate with the character’s plight. I guess a lot of young women do. Falling into madness if not given the right help - could truly destroy. Insanity is scary. It is the saddest and deepest and lowest a person’s mind can go, I feel. I can imagine it is like being thrown in an unfamiliar world with unfamiliar people, unfamiliar places, even yourself, your face, your thoughts and feelings doesn’t feel like yours… How crazy does that feel?
The Bell Jar stirred a lot of emotions in me. Emotions that I’ve pushed aside at the very back of my brain. Emotions that were amplified screaming in me led me to new self discoveries. This book helped me gain a new friend. The connection between the reader and the author can be really special. It is chilling to find out that this novel is quite actually an autobiography and that Plath committed suicide herself. I am extremely intrigued. I really want to collect Sylvia Plath’s other works now.
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