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Monographie du genre Onothera. Partie 1 / par Mgr H. Léveillé, ...; avec la collaboration pour la partie anatomique de M. Ch. Guffroy, ...Date de l'édition originale: 1902-1913Le présent ouvrage s'inscrit dans une politique de conservation patrimoniale des ouvrages de la littérature Française mise en place avec la BNF. HACHETTE LIVRE et la BNF proposent ainsi un catalogue de titres indisponibles, la BNF ayant numérisé ces oeuvres et HACHETTE LIVRE les imprimant à la demande. Certains de ces ouvrages reflètent des courants de pensée caractéristiques de leur époque, mais qui seraient aujourd'hui jugés condamnables. Ils n'en appartiennent pas moins à l'histoire des idées en France et sont susceptibles de présenter un intérêt scientifique ou historique. Le sens de notre démarche éditoriale consiste ainsi à permettre l'accès à ces oeuvres sans pour autant que nous en cautionnions en aucune façon le contenu. Pour plus d'informations, rendez-vous sur www.hachettebnf.fr… (plus d'informations)
How do you rate a book that you liked and didn't like too? A book that doesn't leave you even after you turn the last page, and yet a book that you don't think you can read again? A book that is as intellectually stimulating as it is emotionally exhausting? Honest answer: I don't know.
As Sylvia Plath's only published novel, The Bell Jar has been in my TBR since a long time. Especially as I'm not much into poetry, this book seemed to be a great way of knowing the troubled poet intimately. I'm glad that I waited all this time before attempting the book because I wouldn't have been able to appreciate the dark beauty of this painful story in my younger years.
Esther Greenwood, the leading character of this semi-autobiographical novel masquerading as a fictional bildungsroman, is an intelligent college student with dreams of becoming a poet. After being selected for a summer internship at a women's magazine, her mind slowly start unravelling and she struggles with her identity, her place in the world and the meaning of her life. The book unveils her slow, steady descent into the dark pit of mental chaos, where everyone and everything seems hopeless and the only solution seems to be an escape from life.
The bell jar is something we have all seen in our school labs, an inverted glass jar generally used to display some scientific object. For Esther, the bell jar symbolizes a kind of entrapment by her mental struggles. It's like her mind is enclosed by a bell jar. She can view the world from inside her jar, but she can't escape it. At the same time, people can view her through her bell jar but cannot touch her, and I don't mean touch in the physical sense. There is always a barrier between her and others, and she can't find a way out of this invisible cage.
Considering the fact that Sylvia Plath herself struggled with psychological ailments in her adult life, there is bound to be a big question mark over how much of this book is just fiction and how much is an indication of the ghosts in her mind. Add to this the fact that she finally succeeded in her attempt to commit suicide a month after this novel was published, and you become even more uncertain of the hazy boundary between fact and fiction. But no matter what the truth of the matter is, there is no denying the fact that Plath captures the pandemonium of a suffering mind perfectly. As a reader, I just felt helpless because I could see the path of self-destruction that the protagonist was on, but I couldn't do anything about it.
The Bell Jar is a book that has left me with deep thoughts and no answers. With the topic it covers, there is no way I can say that I "enjoyed" this book, and yet I couldn't help but continue reading it. I'm feeling as muddled as its protagonist because I'm at sixes and sevens about whether to recommend this book or not. So let me just leave this review without a rating, and without an open recommendation. It's a book not meant for everyone, but for those who do read it, it's a book that will not leave you easily.
My rating: No idea.
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Haunting, tragic, and so very compelling. There’s not much to say except that this classic is a must-read. It really gives further context to Plath’s ultimate demise. ( )
Where do I begin with this book? At first I was skeptical of the plot and the protagonist...but the more I read the more I became emotionally invested in the story.
This book touches on so many topics, it's impossible to label just one single theme. Mental illness, feminism, reality v. dreaming, and just the overall addressing of the state run mental institutions are still so relevant to today. Additionally having lost my grandmother to dementia and Alzheimer's disease...this book hit close to home for me and help me to better understand , even through an unreliable narrator, what a person goes through when "loosing" one's mind.
Esther Greenwood's account of her year in the bell jar is as clear and readable as it is witty and disturbing. It makes for a novel such as Dorothy Parker might have written if she had not belonged to a generation infected with the relentless frivolity of the college- humor magazine. The brittle humor of that early generation is reincarnated in "The Bell Jar," but raised to a more serious level because it is recognized as a resource of hysteria.
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You might think that classics like The Bell Jar are immediately recognized the moment they reach a publisher's office. But publishing history is rife with stories about classic novels that barely squeaked into print, from Nightwood to A Confederacy of Dunces, and The Bell Jar is one of them. -Introduction, Frances McCullough
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I don't know what I was doing in New York. I'm stupid about executions. The idea of being electrocuted makes me sick, and that's all there was to read about in the paper - goggle-eyes headlines staring up at me on every street corner and at the fusty, peanut-smelling mouth of every subway. It had nothing to do with me, but I couldn't help wondering what it would be like, being burned alive all along your nerves. -Chapter 1
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That's one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket. (p. 69)
The trouble was, I hated the idea of serving men in any way.
"We'll take it up where we left off, Esther," she had said, with her sweet, martyr's smile. "We'll act as if all of this were a bad dream" A bad dream. To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream. A bad dream. I remembered everything. I remembered the cadavers and Doreen and the story of the fig tree and Marco's diamond and the sailor on the Common and Doctor Gordon's wall-eyed nurse and the broken thermometers and the Negro with his two kinds of beans and the twenty pounds I gained on insulin and the rock that bulged between sky and sea like a gray skull. Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were part of me. They were my landscape. (p. 181)
I took a deep breath, and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am.
I began to think that maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about numb as a slave in some private, totalitarian state. (p. 70)
I wanted to tell her that if only something was wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with my body than something wrong with my head, but the idea seemed so involved and wearisome that I didn't say anything. (p. 140)
I smelt a mingling of Pablum and sour milk and salt-codstinky diapers and felt sorrowful and tender. How easy having babies seemed to the women around me! Why was I so unmaternal and apart? Why couldn't I dream of devoting myself to baby after fat puling baby like Dodo Conway? If I had to wait on a baby all day, I would go mad. (p. 170)
I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.
If Mrs Guinea had given me a ticket to Europe, or a round-the-world cruise, it wouldn't have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat - on the deck of a ship or at a street cafe in Paris or Bangkok - I would be sitting in the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream.
I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.
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The eyes and the faces all turned themselves towards me, and guiding myself by them, as by a magical thread, I stepped into the room.
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Monographie du genre Onothera. Partie 1 / par Mgr H. Léveillé, ...; avec la collaboration pour la partie anatomique de M. Ch. Guffroy, ...Date de l'édition originale: 1902-1913Le présent ouvrage s'inscrit dans une politique de conservation patrimoniale des ouvrages de la littérature Française mise en place avec la BNF. HACHETTE LIVRE et la BNF proposent ainsi un catalogue de titres indisponibles, la BNF ayant numérisé ces oeuvres et HACHETTE LIVRE les imprimant à la demande. Certains de ces ouvrages reflètent des courants de pensée caractéristiques de leur époque, mais qui seraient aujourd'hui jugés condamnables. Ils n'en appartiennent pas moins à l'histoire des idées en France et sont susceptibles de présenter un intérêt scientifique ou historique. Le sens de notre démarche éditoriale consiste ainsi à permettre l'accès à ces oeuvres sans pour autant que nous en cautionnions en aucune façon le contenu. Pour plus d'informations, rendez-vous sur www.hachettebnf.fr
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How do you rate a book that you liked and didn't like too? A book that doesn't leave you even after you turn the last page, and yet a book that you don't think you can read again? A book that is as intellectually stimulating as it is emotionally exhausting? Honest answer: I don't know.
As Sylvia Plath's only published novel, The Bell Jar has been in my TBR since a long time. Especially as I'm not much into poetry, this book seemed to be a great way of knowing the troubled poet intimately. I'm glad that I waited all this time before attempting the book because I wouldn't have been able to appreciate the dark beauty of this painful story in my younger years.
Esther Greenwood, the leading character of this semi-autobiographical novel masquerading as a fictional bildungsroman, is an intelligent college student with dreams of becoming a poet. After being selected for a summer internship at a women's magazine, her mind slowly start unravelling and she struggles with her identity, her place in the world and the meaning of her life. The book unveils her slow, steady descent into the dark pit of mental chaos, where everyone and everything seems hopeless and the only solution seems to be an escape from life.
The bell jar is something we have all seen in our school labs, an inverted glass jar generally used to display some scientific object. For Esther, the bell jar symbolizes a kind of entrapment by her mental struggles. It's like her mind is enclosed by a bell jar. She can view the world from inside her jar, but she can't escape it. At the same time, people can view her through her bell jar but cannot touch her, and I don't mean touch in the physical sense. There is always a barrier between her and others, and she can't find a way out of this invisible cage.
Considering the fact that Sylvia Plath herself struggled with psychological ailments in her adult life, there is bound to be a big question mark over how much of this book is just fiction and how much is an indication of the ghosts in her mind. Add to this the fact that she finally succeeded in her attempt to commit suicide a month after this novel was published, and you become even more uncertain of the hazy boundary between fact and fiction. But no matter what the truth of the matter is, there is no denying the fact that Plath captures the pandemonium of a suffering mind perfectly. As a reader, I just felt helpless because I could see the path of self-destruction that the protagonist was on, but I couldn't do anything about it.
The Bell Jar is a book that has left me with deep thoughts and no answers. With the topic it covers, there is no way I can say that I "enjoyed" this book, and yet I couldn't help but continue reading it. I'm feeling as muddled as its protagonist because I'm at sixes and sevens about whether to recommend this book or not. So let me just leave this review without a rating, and without an open recommendation. It's a book not meant for everyone, but for those who do read it, it's a book that will not leave you easily.
My rating: No idea.
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Join me on the Facebook group, Readers Forever!, for more reviews and other book-related discussions and fun.