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Title: Glass bell

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Author: Sylvia Plath

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Number of Pages: 258

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A pillar of contemporary literature on the meaning of being a woman, young, beautiful and talented.

Esther is an excellent student, a beautiful, talented girl who has just been given the rare opportunity to perform a stage in a famous magazine in New York City. It feels a mixture of excitement and horror, like almost anyone who has been displaced from a suburb to a large city, especially if this exile occurs at an early age. We've all become spectators of <x0 selectors” waiting unconsciously for the moment when our instincts will come to our aid. We're all drunk, dancing or vomiting. We've usually been rid of the peace, a little bit more mature and fortunately unscathed. Meanwhile, there are those who have crossed other paths, those who have not been thrown onto any beach. Thus they were drowned little by little. And Esther is sinking, secretly, and for reasons that she doesn't even know very clearly. It will be cut off from the surrounding reality, narrowly isolated, in hopes that it will contain the constant and unintelligible pain that already personifies life itself.

Perhaps “The glass bell” relates the story of someone discovering that being the perfect “ ”, or just “well”, is not simple, acceptable or even affordable in the long term.

In its world-renowned and all-time masterpiece, Sylvia Plath sneaks up the reader into Esther's destruction, and she does it with such a force that her folly becomes vulnerable, indeed, almost rational. This deep insight into the darkest and sadest recesses of human psychics is one of the most remarkable achievements of literature.

“The glass camera” has sold millions of copies since its publication and is one of the most read and commented novels in American schools. It was screened in 1979 and another display is expected to appear soon.

Critical

“The glass bell” is not only a classic of literature (though it was so unusual for the period when it was written), it is also a novel that will continue to speak to people all the time, as it tells of classical problems and violations of human nature, which will exist in the past.

The Guardian

At “The glass bell”, Sylvia Plath has perfectly used one of the most important techniques of realism, what Russian critic Shklovsky called “de familizim”. True reality de familiarizes our world, so it rises from the dust of the ordinary and comes out again. This is quite the opposite of that kalop reality that portrays the world as something that is first and known thousands of times that we are always willing to accept.

The New York Times

“The glass bell” is a novel in which the author narrates the events of her life at the age of 20; her suicide attempt and return to life with crutches. It's an extraordinary novel, as bitter and ruthless as its latest poems...

Fitzgerald used to say he wrote with “the authority of failure” and that was true because this fact was a source of strength in his later works. But “the authority of failure” is nothing more than a dim shade compared to “the authority of suicide”, as felt in works “Ariel” and “Plath glass camera”. And not because Sylvia Plath, ending her life, gave readers the macabre drive to care for her work, although it is undoubtedly true, but because she knew it was Lady Lazarus. Her works did not come after us. They were written after death. Between suicide. Plath wrote her only novel and Ariel's poems as a fever, as a man kept living with crutches and knew they were breaking. Should we be grateful for such things? Can we accept the price he paid for what he forgave us? Is Death Really Art? ...

The New York Times

Plath illustrates the double standard between men and women by polluting the book with ruthless, ignorant, unskilled men, but enjoying freedom, which women don't even dream of.

The Telegraph

... Plath was the only one who looked at Gorgon as determinedly disarming... faced with the open-eye truths her generation did not want to see.

The Independent

Author

Sylvia Plath (1932, 1963) was an American poet and writer. She was born in Boston and studied at Smith College and Cambridge University, before being internationally recognised as one of the most promising new poets and writers. In 1956 he married the poet Ted Hughes, who lived with him until they were separated in September 1962. They lived together in St. BA and England had two children, Frieda and Nicholas.

For most of her life, Plath suffered from pathological depression and was treated several times with electrosect therapies. She ended her life in 1963.

Plath is recognised as one of the most important points in the self-preservative lyrics and is primarily known for two collections of poetry, The Colossus and Other Poems and Ariel. “glass bell”, its single prose, half autobiographical, was published a few months before death. In 1982 she was awarded the Pulitzer Award for all her poetry.

Scriptures From the Book

1)

“E know what poetry is, Esther?”

No, what is it?

A bit of dust.

And as soon as he started smiling with a proud look, I'd return it: “So are the corpses that you open. So are the people you think you're healing. They are dust like dust itself. To me, a good poem lives more and more than hundreds of those people combined”.

2)

If being neurotic means loving two things, which at the same time excludes each other, then I'm neurotic as hell. And as long as I have life, I'm going to run after these things that exclude each other.

3)

And I knew that instead of kissing roses and dinners in restaurants, with which a man covered his wife before the wedding, what he wanted secretly after the ceremony ended was that she would be doubled under his feet, like Mrs. Willard. [...]

Also, I remember Buddy Willard telling me evil if he knew that after I had a baby I would feel different and I wouldn't remember writing poetry anymore. So I started to believe that maybe it was true that when you were married and had children, it was as if you were brainwashing, and then you went on numb as a slave in a dictatorial state.

4)

I took a deep breath, and again I listened to my proud heart.

I'm here, here, here.