Plath

I would just like to take a moment to express my deep-seated lack of appreciation for Sylvia Plath.

Until this year, I had not read any of her work. Having done so now, I cannot understand how "Daddy" or The Bell Jar ended up being considered such cornerstones of literature, especially the latter. At first I wondered if I lacked the knowledge about her life necessary to appreciate her works, so I did some reading and was still unimpressed. Then I considered that I maybe I didn't have the capacity or intelligence to appreciate her raging genius, but I don't think that's the cause for my disinterest. I just don't think she's all I was promised, and I'm so disappointed. I really wanted her work to amaze and chill me, the way in which it's meant to have affected so many others. But I just haven't felt anything except slight boredom.

I'm carrying on with Ariel in the hopes of discovering something, but I fear there is some serious NormaJean syndrome going on and not much else.

Sorry Plath fans, I cannot camp alongside you.

"People [...] I disappoint them." - 'Sheep in Fog', Ariel, 1965