This Sunday is the 55th anniversary of the publication of Sylvia Plath’s first and only novel, The Bell Jar,
which seems as good an excuse as any to revisit it. Or at least the
front of it, anyway. Hey, I know you’re busy. Most of us read this
blistering semi-autobiographical novel—originally published under the
pseudonym “Victoria Lucas,” so that, according to one close friend,
Plath’s mother would not know she had written it—in high school,
whether in class, or after a heart-to-heart with the local feminist
librarian, or you know, after seeing Kat Stratford read it in 10 Things I Hate About You.
Perhaps because of its perennial popularity with high school students, and high school girls in particular, The Bell Jar has
sometimes been given a “girly” cover treatment—notably for its 50th
anniversary five years ago (see below). But this always feels kind of
strange because of course, though it concerns a “college girl,” The Bell Jar is
not particularly girly. In fact, it is very dark. It is, after all,
about madness—not to mention electric shock therapy, and suicide, and
ambition, and how anyone can manage to survive in the world with all its
contradictory restrictions and expectations. ... [mehr] http://lithub.com/15-covers-for-the-bell-jar-ranked-from-most-to-least-sexist/
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