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Click to share on Pocket Opens in new window Back in April, the Guardian dropped an apparent literary bombshell —new letters had been discovered from the poet Sylvia Plath, alleging horrific physical abuse at the hands of her husband, the British poet Ted Hughes.
In the hunt for a deeper understanding of Sylvia Plath, things are always going missing. The last time this happened in such rapid succession from multiple media sources texts, email, Facebookit was 6 am, and David Bowie, my other obsession, was dead from cancer.
Rather than blanch with shock, I read and reread, and felt sad and slightly numb. Then, a bit enraged. In fact, the only way we can discount the certainty of that abuse is if we choose to disbelieve Plath at her repeated word in her journals, reports to friends and family, and now, it seems, letters to Dr.
I was 20 when I got my hands on the newly published Unabridged Journals—a rep for Random House snuck me a free copy in my mailbox at Brookline Booksmith, the hip independent bookstore where I worked part-time while I studied literature and creative writing at Emerson College, downtown.
Plath, the Real Plath, always elusive, was in here, I felt. So familiar was I with the abridged edition that I immediately knew where to look, based on the dates, to discover sections that had been mercilessly cut in the previous edition—to the point that many passages had made no sense at all.
What had happened in between? Article continues after advertisement The trope of literary scholarship as a holy quest with a grail at its long delayed ending is not a new one: Arrived in Paris early Saturday evening exhausted from sleepless holocaust night with Ted in London.
I took myself in leash and washed my battered face, smeared with a purple bruise from Ted and my neck raw and wounded, too. Eventually, inshe threw him out.
In less than a year, she was dead by her own hand. I scoured and devoured the Unabridged Journals, searching for. Some skeleton key, some final clue. I had fallen down the same worthless rabbit hole so many Plath scholars drop through, never to return: I was looking for the why of her death, rather than engaging with the how of her life and work.
But this, too, was no accident; it was the expected response in a culture obsessed with the poetry of the dead woman while refusing to take her at her word. Plath the crazy girl, and the crazy girls who love her, all of whom are seen as young, starry-eyed fools in need of scolding.
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These were men who could make or break a new poet or novelist with one review in a London paper. But Hughes had been having affairs throughout their marriage; it was just that no one would acknowledge it while he lived, and even, it seems, for some time after his death from cancer in In this way, we end up with another now well-tested literary trope: What are you thinking, you wacky broads?
On Gilmore Girls, a show that chronicles the literary life of a single mother and her brainiac daughter, Plath is a frequent topic of conversation. Rory, the daughter, is even seen reading the journals on an early episode.
When it comes time for Rory to write her entrance essay to Harvard, she mentions Plath as a possible topic and is dissuaded from it by her mother, Lorelai—Might send the wrong message.
The sticking her head in the oven thing? Rory says, looking disappointed. Although she did make her kids a snack first. Shows a certain maternal instinct.
Rory ends up going with Hillary Clinton instead. Speaking of, this past November, I was nursing my wounds over the election by spending a weekend at Smith College, researching a book on Plath. I used to love her work so much, she said, shrugging.
But I outgrew it.
In this way, Plath is both deified and dismissed. We are talked out of her. He went on to detail his relationship with her. After, I approached him, and said I was looking to do a comparative study of the journals for my senior thesis, and could I, perhaps, email him with a few questions?
Oh no-oo-oo, he replied, stepping back and shaking his head. In this way, he makes her doubt her own reality, her own eyes.Oct 31, · Watch video · I saw this movie and was really stunned. I am shocked that it has received such bad reviews because I think this is an amazing film.
I understand Plath fans being upset that it does not go into detail with Sylvia's life, but this is a movie about the love of Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes- Not the life of Sylvia Plath. It is a beautifully made movie/10(K).
Americans Alice and Peter Bowman have traveled from third world country to third world country working on humanitarian projects. They are currently in Tecala, a country nestled in the Andes, as Peter, an engineer, has been hired by QUAD Carbon, an oil company - the moral "enemy" - to lead a project to construct a dam to prevent what is the constant flooding in the country.
Aug 26, · Jett Whitehead Rare Books features a rare Ted Hughes proof corrected in the poets hand as part of the virtual book fair series. Aug 26, · Jett Whitehead Rare Books features a rare Ted Hughes proof corrected in the poets hand as part of the virtual book fair series.
Oct 31, · Watch video · The film focuses mainly on the tumultuous relationship between Plath and her husband of eight years, famed poet Ted Hughes. The story begins in with their love-at-first-sight meeting when they were both students at Cambridge University/10(K).
Home Essays Ted Hughes & Proof (Film) Ted Hughes & Proof (Film) Jocelyn Moorhouse’s film ‘Proof’ is an emotive story about Martin, a paranoid blind man, made so because he was convinced that his mother, when he was just a child, lied to him about the sights she described to him.