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I have put up quite a few items dealing with Sylvia Plath. I guess there is something about a hot babe who is also a poetic artist and a suicide that captures my imagination, like a beautiful tragedy.
She had caught my attention before my blogging years as well, beyond the odd mention in this or that classroom. I read A. Alvarez's "Savage God" a couple of times, which revolves around her suicide. And a couple of times I would be in a book store holding up her diary, debating with myself whether to get it. I never did. I imagine, if I were a woman, I probably would have gotten it, and that she would be a lot bigger in my mental life. I might even be book-blogging her diary along with her novel.
If life were not so short, I probably would get to her yet. For now, here is a nice biographical essay on her life and art: "The Bell Jar at 40" by Emily Gould.
