“Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.”
I finished The Bell Jar a few days ago but I needed to let everything sink in before I wrote about it properly. I have a asked a few people what they thought of this book and they all say “Oh my god, it was so depressing.” Even my boyfriend, who has never actually read the book, had heard that it was a very sad read. The cover of the book even says:
“The heartbreaking story of a talented young woman who descends into madness.”
Yes, it is a bit sad at times, but I would be hard pressed to not find a young woman who hasn’t had at least some of these thoughts. Granted I feel it was more of a taboo to talk of such things in the 60’s and maybe that is why people label this book as “so depressing”. Now, lets get one thing straight, I am not trying to make light of suicide. That bit I agree is rather sad, but the part that gets the tears welling up in my eyes is the fact that she had no one to talk to. Even people she may call “friend” or “doctor”, people she should be able to trust.
In the end I must say that I enjoyed this book. It is one that I had been interested in reading for awhile and was happy that it was on “The List”. Sylvia Plath’s writing is so readable you almost feel like an intruder into her own mind. After finishing the book I read some where that The Bell Jar is semi-autobiographical, which adds a layer of sadness. The book has a far more uplifting end. Sylvia Plath is nothing short of a genius with words and in her passing lies the real tragedy of The Bell Jar.
“To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream.”