Esther, a perfect girl, becomes the winner of a fashion magazine's essay competition. Who knows that this is the beginning of her nightmare... The comic tone of Plath's autobiographical novel "The Bell Jar" is essentially tragedy. This novel is based on the author's early life experience and narrates the life experience of 19-year-old sophomore girl Esther Greenwood. From the perspective of "lack of role models", this article explores Esther's spiritual journey of loneliness, despair and struggle as a woman, as well as the necessity of resistance, caused by the oppression of male society during her growth. In fact, she has slid frighteningly into the abyss of madness...
Reader comments
She got married, and her husband continued to write, while she was responsible for taking care of the children, doing housework, and writing. This is written in the introductory page of her poetry collection. It was really heartbreaking to read it at the time.
What a sharp point of view, so sharp that one cannot ignore any analysis of differences in the book. Very exciting and interesting content. The last sentence of the book review is very meaningful. It is a regret for the author's death and a feedback on the true love of life. Death cannot become art, and women's resistance is always the overflow of despair and helplessness towards reality and the times. The author is so talented and presents excellent skills with amazing talent, but he cannot take any "eye-level" step in the male world. Women's talents cannot be truly valued. Our thinking full of perceptual understanding and tolerance is just a shortcoming they use to attack and ridicule. It is deeply sad that what we strive for is what they can easily get, and the amazing talents and beauty of women have been buried in the dust of the times.
This book truly shows a girl's struggles and confusion as she grows up. Just like the book says "New York is bad enough", we all have moments like this in our lives. I think of my relatives and friends who have also experienced similar confusion and pain. This book makes me cherish the people around me more and understand their inner world better. The story of the Luxemburg couple is thought-provoking, and the description of "electricity burning along a person's nerves" made me feel the fragility of life. All in all, this is a book worth reading.
Sylvia is not the tragic character I imagined. I saw her arrogant and cold side, looking down on people but also needing recognition from others and society. The description and analysis of her psychology in the novel is very vivid. Fictional novels will not have such a vivid female character. Only autobiographical novels can reflect the real Sylvia Plath, a proud, competitive, genius, fragile, melancholy, disdainful and angry poet.
The book review at the end and the introduction to Plath's creative background gave me another layer of respect for the author. I recommend reading to the end! Combined with her life, I strongly believe that this is an autobiographical novel, which is extremely regrettable.
She wrote about a female writer's reflections on Plath's death: "Why is death often the fate of female poets?... I do not believe that Sylvia Plath's suicide was her own choice. I still remember how difficult it is for female poets to survive in a literary world where men make the rules."
She didn't want to die - otherwise there would be no explanation for her willingness to undergo brutal electroshock therapy in order to recover even though no one around her could take her despair and trembling emotions seriously; nor could it explain the fact that she rented the former home of her favorite poet Yeats and signed a five-year contract shortly before her suicide. What is regrettable is that the wheel of despair, which is more powerful than the idea of living, crushed the female poet's head.
This is a well-written book and very touching. People seem to be living under a bell jar. I wonder which day the bell jar will fall. I hope there will be no more bell jar in the world!
She got married, and her husband continued to write, while she was responsible for taking care of the children, doing housework, and writing. This is written in the introductory page of her poetry collection. It was really heartbreaking to read it at the time.
What a sharp point of view, so sharp that one cannot ignore any analysis of differences in the book. Very exciting and interesting content. The last sentence of the book review is very meaningful. It is a regret for the author's death and a feedback on the true love of life. Death cannot become art, and women's resistance is always the overflow of despair and helplessness towards reality and the times. The author is so talented and presents excellent skills with amazing talent, but he cannot take any "eye-level" step in the male world. Women's talents cannot be truly valued. Our thinking full of perceptual understanding and tolerance is just a shortcoming they use to attack and ridicule. It is deeply sad that what we strive for is what they can easily get, and the amazing talents and beauty of women have been buried in the dust of the times.
This book truly shows a girl's struggles and confusion as she grows up. Just like the book says "New York is bad enough", we all have moments like this in our lives. I think of my relatives and friends who have also experienced similar confusion and pain. This book makes me cherish the people around me more and understand their inner world better. The story of the Luxemburg couple is thought-provoking, and the description of "electricity burning along a person's nerves" made me feel the fragility of life. All in all, this is a book worth reading.
Sylvia is not the tragic character I imagined. I saw her arrogant and cold side, looking down on people but also needing recognition from others and society. The description and analysis of her psychology in the novel is very vivid. Fictional novels will not have such a vivid female character. Only autobiographical novels can reflect the real Sylvia Plath, a proud, competitive, genius, fragile, melancholy, disdainful and angry poet.
The book review at the end and the introduction to Plath's creative background gave me another layer of respect for the author. I recommend reading to the end! Combined with her life, I strongly believe that this is an autobiographical novel, which is extremely regrettable. She wrote about a female writer's reflections on Plath's death: "Why is death often the fate of female poets?... I do not believe that Sylvia Plath's suicide was her own choice. I still remember how difficult it is for female poets to survive in a literary world where men make the rules." She didn't want to die - otherwise there would be no explanation for her willingness to undergo brutal electroshock therapy in order to recover even though no one around her could take her despair and trembling emotions seriously; nor could it explain the fact that she rented the former home of her favorite poet Yeats and signed a five-year contract shortly before her suicide. What is regrettable is that the wheel of despair, which is more powerful than the idea of living, crushed the female poet's head.
This is a well-written book and very touching. People seem to be living under a bell jar. I wonder which day the bell jar will fall. I hope there will be no more bell jar in the world!