Flashback: The Bell Jar
I should have read The Bell Jar long ago instead of just a handful of years ago. In highschool my friend Julie wrote a report on Sylvia Plath and I thought The Bell Jar had something to do with canning food, like a mason jar. I never took much interest in the book until years later. I was way more interested in John's report on Edith Wharton who was a lesbian and way more intriguing than a mason jar.
The Bell Jar is a story of a young woman living in New York City during the 1950's. Esther is working as an intern at a magazine and is going into a depression. True, the book is a classic but it's modern in the way Plath writes. She doesn't use clunky vocabulary nor is she long winded. As I recall, the book moves quite fast brining the reader into a downward spiral as Esther becomes more and more depressed. Plath writes incredibly well with raw feeling, perhaps because the book is somewhat autobiographical.
The subject is heavy: depression and suicidal thoughts. I make no secret of talking about my own depression so for me it was relatable. I was turning the pages quickly to find out what was going to happen to young Esther.
After reading the book, I was looking forward to seeing the movie starring Gwyneth Paltrow. I still haven't rented it! Alas, Sylvia's life did not end on a high note as Esther's did, this much I know. Go read the book if you haven't already.