So yes, I’ve become That girl.
Last night while I was home alone, I started listening to Sylvia Plath’s readings from Ariel. I thought, “What if someone catches me!?” I don’t know much about poetry, except for that AP English class in High School where I had to read T.S. Eliot (zzzz!) But I don’t know, the woman is so raw, so honest, so angry! I loved her poems and I loved her voice reading them.
I read the Bell Jar around 10 years ago!? I didn’t understand it so much, but the book that really got me into Plath is Janet Malcom’s The Silent Woman. Malcolm is one of my favorite non-fiction writers and such an enigmatic personality-she did her Paris Review interview strictly through email. Her book chronicles her own journey to uncover both what happened to Plath and what happened to people who wrote about Plath. I loved her journey to meet Hughes’ sister, visit Plath’s apartment in London, and have tea and scones with the other writers who have decided to retrace Plath’s journey.
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.