Last week I spent a day in a new archive that I was glad to say holds some Sylvia Plath archival materials. The exact collection and contents will be made known in "These Ghostly Archives 5: Subtitle to be Determined" that Gail Crowther and I plan to write this winter. But, because that is a long way off I thought at the least that I could post a preview image to maybe make you wonder about it. The image below is a cropped postmark from a letter Sylvia Plath sent to ...
Sylvia Plath inspires us all in various and wonderful ways. She is in many respects a form of comfort to us, which is something that Esther Greenwood expresses in The Bell Jar , about a bath: "There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them. Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: 'I'll go take a hot bath.'" We read and remember Sylvia Plath for many reasons, many of them deeply personal and private. But we commemorate her, too, in very public ways, as Anna of the long-standing Tumblr Loving Sylvia Plath , has been tracking, in the form of tattoos. (Anna's on Instagram with it too, as SylviaPlathInk .) The above bath quote is among Sylvia Plath's most famous. It often appears here and there and it is stripped of its context. But I think most people will know it is from her nove