A candid account of what it means—feels—to be trapped—trapped in sticky webs of expectations, unfair demands, absurd performances and social roles. Sylvia Plath's blunt prose portrays the many faces of a mind on a frantic search for agency, for control over its decisions and directions, and for freedom from the omnipresent, invasive voices of a culture that quells its breath. The mind is Plath's, and it's a complex mind that at times seems to accept and embrace only to then scorn and discard. The (autobiographical) fictional statement of a gifted writer gone too soon, The Bell Jar is a powerful penetration into the harrowing corners of the psyche, and of the world that dims its light.
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