I’ve been looking forward to The Bell Jar for a long, long time. Unfortunately, it’s another book that’s practically impossible to find in secondhand bookstores. No one – and I mean no one – seems to want to part with their copy! I checked in every secondhand store, market stall, and charity shop I passed for over a year, with no luck… and then (get this), one day, a dear friend was searching manically for a last-minute gift for me, and she managed to find a copy in the secondhand book store closest to my house. It had come in that very day. She got this gorgeous Faber edition for a song, and it is honestly one of the best presents I have ever received. Isn’t it funny how things work out sometimes?
The Bell Jar is Sylvia Plath’s only novel, published just weeks before her suicide – and that tells you pretty much everything you need to know about the tone of the book. I know trigger warnings are controversial, but surely we can all agree that if there’s any book in the world that deserves one, it’s The Bell Jar? It’s such a stark depiction of depression and suicidality, it could really bring up some stuff for you if you’re not prepared. Readers also widely regard it as a roman à clef, because the main character’s descent into mental illness so closely mirrors Plath’s own struggles. She pretty much just changed the names of people and places (not unlike Jack Kerouac’s On The Road… well, in that regard only).
The story is set in 1953. It opens with a young woman – Esther Greenwood – completing a summer internship at a prominent magazine in New York City, exactly as Plath did (I’m not going to point out every similarity though, because that would get very old very quickly – just trust me that Esther = Sylvia, kay?). Esther had high hopes for the internship, but it’s been nothing like what she expected, and she’s more perplexed than enamoured with the glamourous big-city lifestyle. She returns home, in low spirits, and her mother piles on, telling her that she was rejected by the prestigious writing program she’d set her sights on entering.
So, Esther can’t figure out what the fuck to do with herself. She tries to read Finnegan’s Wake, but gives up on that quick smart. She thinks about marriage and motherhood, but decides she’d rather throw up in her mouth and swallow it. She looks into all of the socially-acceptable “woman jobs” available to her (like stenography), but they bore the pants off her. Given her options, it’s hardly a surprise that she winds up extremely depressed.
Her mother takes her to see a psychiatrist, who apparently got his education from one half-hearted read of One Flew Over The Cukoo’s Nest. He gives her a horrific round of ECT, and she (quite rightly) refuses to return. His “treatment” makes everything worse instead of better, culminating in a suicide attempt. Esther survives… barely.
Her mother has her committed, and she finally receives some actual therapy from a non-idiot, including properly-administered ECT, after which her condition greatly improves. She takes many steps towards rebuilding her life and her mental health, and she says she feels as though the “bell jar” of her depression has been lifted (thus, the title). The book ends with her talking about her fear that the bell jar would again descend one day – it’s kind of ambiguous, but also beautiful.
I had such high expectations of The Bell Jar, after years of hearing how fantastic it was, and I was convinced there was no way it could possibly live up to the hype… but, of course, it fucking did. The prose was so damn beautiful, I was almost angry. I started wondering why I should bother writing or reading anything else in the world, when something this good already exists. I wanted to throw my gorgeous Faber edition across the room… but, of course, I couldn’t, because I was clutching it so hard.
The Bell Jar touches on many major themes and issues, but not in a way that feels Loftily Literary(TM) – it all just emerges naturally from the story. Take, for instance, the questions Plath raises about the role of women in society, and the constraints of gender roles for women in mid-20th century America. Esther feels the usual pressure to be a “good girl” and become both self-sufficient and married with children, but she lacks the resources and opportunities to become truly independent. Then, on top of that, Plath has a lot to say about mental health treatment – especially for women – in that era, showing us the good, the bad, and the ugly of how it could all unfold.
Unfortunately, Plath’s real-life story has a much more tragic end; she died by suicide barely a month after publication of The Bell Jar in the U.K. It wasn’t published in the U.S. until 1971, as per the wishes of her husband and mother. I think her death is all the more tragic for how it’s impacted our reading of her work. We’re so obsessed by the autobiographical nature of it, especially in light of her death, that we seem to overlook the artistic triumph of this (ultimately fictional) book. We miss the proverbial wood for the trees, or whatever.
I read one review that said Plath’s suicide so soon after publication meant that there have been “few innocent readings” of The Bell Jar, which I thought was a beautiful way of putting it. It’s practically impossible to read this book without, on some level, searching for insights into Plath’s real life and death. Still, for the sake of art, we should really try.
Even though The Bell Jar was her only novel, there’s still plenty more Plath in my future; she’s widely credited with advancing the genre of confessional poetry, more than any of her contemporaries, so I’ll be seeking out her collections, not to mention her diaries and letters. Her work is hardly a barrel of laughs, but if you’re in a mentally stable place and equipped to cope with what it brings up for you, it is so, so worth it. I one-hundred-percent recommend The Bell Jar, one of the few books I’ve ever read that truly exceeds the hype.
My favourite Amazon reviews of The Bell Jar:
- “Every girl should love this by age 15 and be embarrassed that they did by age 35.” – Jonathan AW Edwards
- “What light-hearted fun this was! A comedy romp from beginning to end. Highly recommended if you need cheering up.” – Katie Krackers
- “There was sticky brown stuff all over the book including on the inside.” – Lilian
- “Does what it says on the tin.” – Carl Sanders
- “Noice” – Jacob Bradley
- “Overly sensitive privileged white girl rejects a guy, doesn’t get into the writing course she wants. Tries to read James Joyce, thinks about death, tries to kill herself. Has a bunch of shock treatment.
Maybe you have to be young and angsty to appreciate it.
I am not young, and successfully medicated. Even it my most angsty, this would have been a drag.
Bonus points for language usage.” – Amazon Customer
- “It was a good 47 minutes” – Amazon Customer
March 12, 2019 at 6:49 PM
This has been on my radar for a long time. I hope to read it soon. I am glad to hear that you were impressed by it. Plath’s story was so tragic. Obviously that tragedy is very wrapped up in this book.
March 12, 2019 at 8:11 PM
Oh please do read it Brian, I’d love to hear your thoughts!! ❤️
March 13, 2019 at 6:06 AM
That’s so true that it’s impossible to find secondhand!! I don’t own a copy for that very reason.
March 13, 2019 at 10:07 PM
Ohhh got my fingers crossed you come across one soon, Rachel! Don’t give up 😉👍
March 15, 2019 at 6:20 PM
Lol at your description of the psychiatrist and his education! Will start hunting for this book too.
March 16, 2019 at 12:13 PM
Ooooh yes, this would be a GREAT one for you, doll! Please let me know what you think of it! 😘❤️
March 17, 2019 at 1:47 AM
This has been on my must read list for a long time. I have to find a copy! So starts my search for a second hand copy! Thanks for the great post.
March 17, 2019 at 1:27 PM
Hahaha cheers! Best of luck in your search, and enjoy! ❤️❤️❤️
March 19, 2019 at 3:33 PM
Wow, since you’ve spoken so highly of the breathtaking writing, I might venture to add it to my list one day, very cautiously. The idea of Sylvia Plath’s tragic demise so soon after publication is very haunting and sobering.
March 21, 2019 at 2:50 PM
Ohhhh yes, sobering is definitely the word for it. Be careful of course, it’s a lot to wrangle emotionally, but for me it was just SO BEAUTIFUL it was totally worth it ❤️
March 20, 2019 at 9:26 PM
I have never, ever, in my entire life wanted to read this. But well reviewed! You’ve also confirmed that I should stick to my guns and give it a miss.
March 22, 2019 at 9:59 AM
Cheers, Theresa! That’s actually made my day – not every book is for every one, and I hope my reviews help people sort their wheat from their chaff (rather than just giving blind positive recommendations). ❤️❤️❤️
March 25, 2019 at 3:11 PM
They definitely do! 👍