Not her best work.

I was disappointed in the book, not that it wasn’t brilliant - because it was. It’s just - this was the vaguely fictionalised novelisation of Plath’s life. I thought it’d be different - more emotional, more detailed. Written by a writer of her calibre, it seemed very bland.

The book starts out while she’s on a working holiday in New York. This is perhaps my favourite part of the book. After it’s over, she goes home, has a ‘nervous breakdown’ and then is shipped off to a mental hospital. While I know that it’s her life and of course not boring, there are other authors who have written the transition better - Susanna Kaysen’s Girl, Interrupted and Elizabeth Wurtzel’s Prozac Nation spring instantly to mind.

Perhaps the most interesting part of the book is the drama that unfolded regarding its publication.

The Bell Jar was first published in January 1963, a short time before her death. Unfortunately, the factors that drove her to suicide were already there - her marriage to Ted Hughes was failing, she was poor, and - during the worst British winter in ages - she and her two children had moved into a bare flat. She would commit suicide a few weeks later, on February 11th.

Because of the autobiographical factors in The Bell Jar, the printing before her death was limited to only overseas distribution and it was even under an assumed name. Hughes, who had inherited the copyrights after her death, had promised Sylvia’s mother that the book wouldn’t be printed in America until after the matron died. However, due to some copyright issues, publication was forced in 1971. Some wonder if the book would ever have reached American readers if not for her untimely and premature death.

7/10