Last night, I holed myself up in my room with a glass of red wine to finish Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar. Reminiscent of Salinger, it drew me totally into the harrowing experience of a young woman's disillusionment and eventual insanity in the face of society's hypocrisies.
The writing style surprised me; it was not as lucid as I had expected coming from Plath, who was primarily a poet. Once I got used to it, however, I began to really enjoy her odd and creative metaphors. More than anything, I think she captured (in an extreme example) the doubts that face every intelligent, educated young woman who worries about balancing wife/motherhood with her desire for achievement, any young person who worries about the meaning and direction of their life. It was a difficult read at moments, but I recommend it.
Has anyone read it who would like to discuss?
LC