The Bell Jar

To this day, Sylvia Plath's writings continue to inspire and provoke. Her only published novel, The Bell Jar, remains a classic of American literature, and The Colossus (1960), Ariel (1965), Crossing the Water (1971), Winter Trees (1971), and The Collected Poems (1981) have placed her among this century's essential American poets.Sylvia Plath was born on October 27, 1932, the first child of Aurelia and Otto Plath. When Sylvia was eight years old, her father died--an event that would haunt her remaining years--and the family moved to the college town of Wellesley. By high school, Plath's talents were firmly established; in fact, her first published poem had appeared when she was eight. In 1950, she entered Smith College, where she excelled academically and continued to write; and in 1951 she won Mademoiselle magazine's fiction contest. Her experiences during the summer of 1953--as a guest editor at Mademoiselle in New York City and in deepening depression back home--provided the basis for The Bell Jar. Near that summer's end, Plath nearly succeeded in killing herself. After therapy and electroshock, however, she resumed her academic and literary endeavors. Plath graduated from Smith in 1955 and, as a Fulbright Scholar, entered Newnham College, in Cambridge, England, where she met the British poet, Ted Hughes. They were married a year later. After a two-year tenure on the Smith College faculty and a brief stint in Boston, Plath and Hughes returned to England, where their two children were born.Plath had been successful in placing poems in several prestigious magazines, but suffered repeated rejection in her attempts to place a first book. The Colossus appeared in England, however, in the fall of 1960, and the publisher, William Heinemann, also bought her first novel. By June 1962, she had begun the poems that eventually appeared in Ariel. Later that year, separated from Hughes, Plath immersed herself in caring for her children, completing The Bell Jar, and writing poems at a breathtaking pace.A few days before Christmas 1962, she moved with the children to a London flat. By the time The Bell Jar was published under the pseudonym Victoria Lucas, in early 1963, she was in desperate circumstances. Her marriage was over, she and her children were ill, and the winter was the coldest in a century. Early on the morning of February 11, Plath turned on the cooking gas and killed herself.Plath was posthumously awarded a Pulitzer Prize in 1982 for her Collected Poems.

出版者:Harper Perennial Modern Classics

作者:Sylvia Plath

页数:288

出版时间:October 17, 2006

价格:$16.95

装帧:Paperback

isbn号码:9780061148514

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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.

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用户评价

既然要经历疼痛那就别上麻醉药了；继续看着他们虚情假意。

读不下去

自恋到极致的女诗人，与世界冲突却不愿妥协。敏感、善变而激烈。笔触细致且旁若无人到优美的境界。出现得最多的词是“queer”，这就是她杂乱无章又彷徨无惧的内心世界的真实写照。老实说我挺讨厌她的，如果生活中有这样的人我一定会敬而远之。自我光环太过明烈，燃烧得也就越快。最后她还是矫情地死去了，同时也在四十多年后把死亡遗传给了自己的儿子。我希望我一辈子也写不出她写的东西，感受不到她感受的情绪，生活百般滋味，最是难得糊涂。

超好看 根本停不下来 就是很能懂

看了豆瓣的评论，难道这本书只是我们的女文青自怨自怜自我装B的产物吗？