I confess: I am one of those obssessive Sylvia Plath people. I wouldn’t call myself a “fan.” You really can’t be a fan of a suicide, can you? I am drawn by her surprising, stunning use of language and haunted by her legend — cut off at the height of her powers, made famous by the slight volume of poems. She’s sort of like the Titanic of literature.
Besides, depressives can’t help but admire brilliant depressives. Somewhere in the primal recesses of the brain stem, you applaud them at having beat the system by producing something that will outlast even themselves.
So, for those who are similarly obssessed, a note on the publication of two new books:
The Unraveling Archive: Essays on Sylvia Plath , Anita Helle, editor
Lover of Unreason: Assia Wevill, Sylvia Plath’s Rival and Ted Hughes’ Doomed Love, by Yehuda Koren and Eliat Negev