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[Southern Scarab]

Next,

I love Emily & Sylvia!
Their fans are here,
but we hide in fear
of the poetry police.

The Pen belongs to its members, feel free to riot in the streets, the worst that can happen is a boot in the Arse.

I haven't read the bell jar in 40 years but I picked up a copy not long ago, haven't opened it but it's around. Emily sure has her gems.

I read the Bell Jar in the late 70's, years after her suicide and in the midst of a resurgent tide of feminism.
Because of that context, I was prepared to love it. Maybe I expected too much, maybe I missed its finer points,
but I was disappointed. Only the parts dealing with mental illness stood out to me. It would be interesting to read it
again after so many years, but I have a long list of other books and most of them are above it. (I later found the
feminism I had yearned for contained within the poetry of Adrienne Rich.)

I had to read it twice before I appreciated it fully  I picked it up because I knew it dealt with mental illness and gender relations and so on, but she's kind of bizarrely nonchalant about them. The story's predominately personal, which is why I missed it's quality the first time through. Now, I cry. A lot. I give it a fried chicken and caviar out of a possible ten.