The Bell Jar: A Review

 

 

The Bell Jar: A Review

realistic fiction

 

(No spoilers, I promise)

10:08 AM. I feel the pages thinning between my thumb and fingers and as I near the end of The Bell Jar, I feel a sudden surge of dull panic. A novel I had oh so desperately wanted to finish and now that I am almost there, I haven’t found closure. I mean it can’t end this way…

 

But it can.

In fact, I am not dissatisfied by the way that Plath ended the novel. I am completely satisfied, yet there’s certainly a large part of my mind that has been shaken. The part of me that recognises that this is the most ‘real’ and tangible closure I could get from an autobiographical novel.

The book depicts Plath’s protagonist, Esther Greenwood as a successful student and writer. The author portrays Esther’s mind as almost transparent; the description used to display the characters thoughts of people and places are the most enjoyable yet heart-wrenching element of the novel, for me.

I have never been so torn between the feeling of dropping the book and leaving it unfinished and reading on to know how it ends ever before. Knowing that this was a reflection of her life and that the author took her own life (eventually) compelled me to read on, it would be disrespectful of me to stop before the end. 

Midway through the novel, the author does foreshadow the end as the novel follows an almost pessimistic tone from a certain point, which is cut ever so slightly by moments of optimism, but never really dies down.

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‘At first I wondered why the room felt so safe. Then I realised it was because there were no windows’.

 

I guess this is more of me venting my feelings about the story than an actual review, bear with me. The thing is, I know that whether I read this ten years earlier or ten years on down the lie, I would pretty much feel just as I do today. But for me to read it just after I turned twenty, and following the neurosis of Esther, who is a similar age to mine and also turns twenty in some dark page, whose number I do not know – just makes the reading experience a little more truer to reality.

 

Part of the way through the novel, I thought I would like to read some of Plath’s poems as soon as I’d finished reading the book. Now, I’m not quite sure I could handle reading anymore of her work so soon after The Bell Jar.

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I’m still at a loss for ways to describe the novel. The best way to summarise it would be to pick a question from the blurb itself: ‘what is reality, and how can it be confronted?’

At this point, all I can say is – read it.

 

On a brighter note, I hope you enjoy my first successfully transported but poorly made gif. 

I don’t think there’s such a thing as light-hearted reading anymore, if you know of any – do suggest some in the comments. Thank you guys.

 

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Faceless

​I tend not to cross my Instagram and Blog content, but as not all my blog readers follow me on Instagram, this is something I felt I should share on my blog too. 

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For some, posting under an anonymous guise is thrilling and they see it as a part of their work, an artistic expression (like banksy almost) whereas others may feel that being ‘unknown’ restricts their creative bounds. But for me, it’s much more than just a security blanket or a signature identity. 

As the sole owner of my work, I have the power to manipulate the traffic of judgement on my page. Before you draw your conclusion, no I am not scared; as I would never fear something so naturally human as judgement. 

But my idea behind it is, if we must all judge and be judged, then I wish to be judged, as a writer – on my ability to invoke a readers reaction. Be it anger, fury, love, disagreement or simply confusion – and not on how even the wings of my liner are, or the colour of my iris and the level of crooked in a 2D print of my nose.

My physical features show little sign of my mind and my thoughts, but my words do. The written word holds my imagination, my values and my inner uncensored human. In a world of bars and barriers, I have everything to offer. Which is why for now, I choose to remain –

Faceless. 

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Let’s Blog 

My ideas are usually random and are the product of daydreaming over a cup of tea, however this idea has been brewing in my mind for quite a while now, and that is; Guest Blogging. 

It’s been a year since I created this blog and the idea of guest blogging has always attracted me. Before I begin, I would prefer if the posts were more like ‘swaps’, as me and my posts would need somewhere to go for the time being too.

So, if you’re interested in swapping posts to guest post on my blog (with the post being written and created by you) or to collaborate on a subject and create a blog-post together, or you’re interested in guest posting but have an idea of your own that I haven’t mentioned, then comment on this post and email me at:

rimsharasul8@gmail.com

I understand that the themes and issues on my blog tend to vary between poetry/prose, lifestyle and societal issues (and whatever else I’m feeling on the day) so guest posting is open to any topic & anyone who is interested, however all I ask is that the content of the post is of high quality and that you dedicate sufficient attention to your writing – as I do. 

I hope you’re having a wonderful day and that this rather vague invitation is of some interest to you. Don’t hesitate in emailing me to simply exchange ideas. 

Happy blogging!

Rimsha 🎈

*as always, this too was a self-illustrated blog post*

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