It’s past midnight and my second night at home (i’m on holiday), but I just want to leave a quick note about one of the best books I’ve read.
I’ve just finished The Bell Jar.
This book is so deeply personal that I don’t want to call it a ‘masterpiece’, even though this was the first word that sprang to mind. For calling it so would be a misdemeanour to Plath and her book in my opinion; I absolutely love Bell Jar because of the purity in Esther’s narration – her account is made all the more intimate when we know that she is a semi-version of Plath herself.
But, regardless of its autobiographical aspect, the book is indeed a masterpiece. The vocabulary is superb and I read somewhere that Plath used to attend creative writing courses, which can be felt throughout the book, especially with regards to the structure of her paragraphs. It doesn’t really surprise me that she made the most of these classes, given that she was a very brilliant student who won a scholarship for Cambridge. Her bell jar analogy besides is one of the highlights of this book. The fictional side of the book is just as impressive.
During my reading of the book, I felt as if the world around me was banal, cold and senseless, because I could relate so much to Esther and not so much to anybody else. It was a delight to delve into her world every night. Because of how well-written it is and what it is about, I feel that Bell Jar is a once-in-a-lifetime book that was written way ahead of its time.
Perfect on every level.