Rich, at first blush, seems like a multifaceted and talented poet...but she becomes tiresome rather quickly. Angst. Angst. Angst. She gives feminism a bad name in her very raw railing about life and the bad hand she was obviously dealt. Very disingenuous. Plath she is not. Without her academic pedigree, and of course hand up, I doubt many of us would have ever heard of her or her poetry. ( )