A kindred spirit with a tragic destiny and a seemingly similar diagnosis. No wonder Sylvia Plath’s ‘The Bell Jar’, resonates with me. Since I was fourteen I’ve had my own private terminology to describe my abnormal experiences and my internal life. I’ve always called it ‘the dollhouse’. Then I recently stumbled on Sylvia Plath’s novel ‘The Bell Jar‘, which I strangely had never read. Really strange. Because she chronicles her experiences, in her ‘bell jar’, which is very much like my ‘dollhouse’. Except that my ability to read and write have never disappeared. What surprised me though, was how easy to read the novel was. Actually quite the page turner. Always suspected that it was drab and boring. But that certainly wasn’t the case. It was lively and entertaining and a light read. With some profound words.
“I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.” – Sylvia Plath
This sentence quite accurately describes the feeling when it is worst with me. This feeling of numbness, and emptiness. Her language has an elegance that carries you along, and I wish that she had had the time to write more novels in her all too short life. But I must start on the poetry- that is pretty spectacular too.
Right, if you haven’t already – go read!