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Seven Days of Sylvia Plath Gifts: Day 6

Day 6 - Eye Rhymes: Sylvia Plath's Art of the Visual edited by Kathleen Connors and Sally Bayley and Sylvia Plath: Her Drawings (Catalogue)

On the sixth day of Plathnukkazaa my true love gave to me
A gift that keeps on giving

Unfortunately out of print,
Eye Rhymes: Sylvia Plath's Art of the Visual is a revolutionary book in Plath scholarship. The reproductions of Plath's art, as well as Kathleen Connor's essay "Living in Colour," make this book a must have for any Plath reader, fan, what have you. It is expertly done; a book to be cherished and studied. In fact, buy two. Pair reading Eye Rhymes with a delicious Cabernet Sauvignon to accentuate the tannin's and rich, fruit-peppery oak pomposity. Wine not your style? Eye Rhymes also matches quite nicely with a dark, spicy, cold winter beer. I'd say go for "the clear beer of Vienna" here, but we know it not to be either "very pure or true."

Oh, you're a teetotaler? Then why not pair Eye Rhymes with a copy of Sylvia Plath: Her Drawings, the catalogue from the same-named exhibit at London's Mayor Gallery that ran in November and December 2011? The catalogue was printed in limited quantities (1000), and I am not sure if any are available. But a quick email to the gallery should, I hope, yield an answer. Some of these drawings were reproduced in the back of the American edition of Plath's The Bell Jar. And a slideshow of the drawings from the exhibit is, at the present time, still running in the sidebar of this blog. 

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  1. Wow I can't believe Eye Rhymes is out of print - is that going to be rectified in the future? Such a shame if not!

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  2. On how to celebrate the sixth day of Plathnukkazaa: "Learn how the moon goes down in the night frost before Christmas. Open your nostrils. Smell snow. Let life happen."

    All the best,
    Maura

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