Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar)

8 Jul

To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream.  – The Bell Jar, Chapter 20

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.  From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked.  One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out.  I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose.  I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.  –The Bell Jar, Chapter 7

There ought, I thought, to be a ritual for being born twice – patched, retreaded and approved for the road.  –The Bell Jar, Chapter 20


3 Responses to “Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar)”

  1. Harsha July 22, 2010 at 11:00 pm #

    I just read The Bell Jar a couple of days ago and am still under its spell! I was fascinated by the Fig tree analogy and it was nice to see it here. I enjoyed my visit to your blog, neat, crisp and well laid out :) Congratulations and best wishes! I will be back :)

    • mzoobek July 23, 2010 at 3:16 pm #

      That’s what I like to hear :)


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