The Bloomsbury Handbook to Sylvia Plath (Bloomsbury Academic, 21 April 2022) can be pre-ordered now via the publisher website , other booksellers like Barnes & Noble  and Blackwells  and Waterstones , and, of course,  Amazon . It is scheduled to be published in six short months from today. The book description from the website reads: "Sylvia Plath is one of the most widely recognised and inspiring poets of the 20th century. With chapters written by more than 25 leading and emerging international scholars this is the most up-to-date and in-depth reference guide to 21st century scholarship on her life and work. "The Bloomsbury Handbook to Sylvia Plath covers the full range of contemporary scholarship on Plath's work, including such topics as: · New insights from the publication of Plath's letters · Current scholarly perspectives: feminist and gender studies, race, medical humanities and ecocriticism · Plath's poetry, the major novel, The Bell Jar , and Plath...

Seventy years ago, in the summer of 1951, Sylvia Plath worked as a babysitter in Swampscott, Massachusetts, for the Mayo family. One of the children she minded was Frederick ("Freddie").   In her journal entry number 86, which I have dated to circa 12 July , she likens Freddie to a "Kewpie-doll". She says of Freddie, "A talkative Kewpie-doll faced boy of seven, with a Beau Brummel taste for socks and jerseys that match, and for shirts and bow ties - he appreciates more advanced stories, and is extremely clever" (71).  Interested to see what this doll might be and look like, I turned to my friend The Google. They are explained this way: "Kewpie is a brand of dolls and figurines that were conceived as comic strip characters by cartoonist Rose O'Neill." Next then on to Images where the following was found on eBay. Ok, that is capital-D Disturbing! Beau Brummel is a bit older than the Kewpie-doll. According to an online resource, "George Bry...

One of the most memorable days during the years-long process of editing The Letters of Sylvia Plath was the day that copies of 16 letters to Ted Hughes and 18 letters to Edith and William Hughes, his parents, arrived at my doorstep. I vaguely knew they were coming but that hardly actually prepares one to see an envelope, with my name written on it in Frieda Hughes' distinctive hand, appearing in the mailbox at the end of the driveway. I pulled it out of mailbox gingerly, like it was the most fragile object in the world. When I opened it, I'm pretty sure I squeaked. Truly. The black and white photocopies provided enough information about the letters to make transcription possible. There were a smattering of copies of envelopes included, some of which belonged to letters not included in the bounty of stuff Frieda sent. Which begs the eternal question: where are the letters that were stuffed into these envelopes? Who wrote it? Plath? Hughes? Both? And what would their Hollywood...

The history of the gravestone of Sylvia Plath is tumultuous. On 30 April 1963, just over two months after Plath's death, Aurelia Schober Plath, the poet's mother, received a letter from Hilda Farrar, an aunt of Ted Hughes'.  Mrs. Plath routinely annotated her letters with thoughts about the correspondent, ideas for replies, and, as well, comments intended solely for her eyes. Her notations were made in something resembling cycles: both upon receipt and as well through re-readings over the years. Many were made, also, as she prepared her daughter's correspondence for publication in Letters Home (1975), and when she surveyed her daughters' papers—and part of her own archive—for sale to the Lilly Library (1977). In the letter cited above, Hilda wrote: "Billie [Ted Hughes' father] and I went to look at Sylvia's grave last week and he tidied it up as best he could. It appears it is unwise to put up a headstone for some months until the ground has had time...

Congratulations to Heather Clark are in order as her Pulitzer Prize Finalist biography Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath  was issued in paperback in the U.S. earlier this week.  If you somehow had the patience to wait 11 months from when the hardback was issued, you are saint-like. Red Comet was also a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award in Biography. The paperback edition is published by the Vintage Books imprint of Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group. It comes in at 1,118 pages and the ISBN is 978-0-30-795126-7.  You can buy it on Amazon , or from the publisher directly , or from your local book store.  If you are in the New York City area, Heather will be doing a live, in-person event on 1 December 2021. Details here . Red Comet will be published in paperback in the U.K. on 3 February 2022 . All links accessed 16 September 2021.

Christie's New York had an online auction that ended Friday, 17 September 2021, of a nice looking copy of the 1963 Heinemann edition The Bell Jar with Victoria Lucas as author.   In the auction of "The Exceptional Literature Collection of Theodore B. Baum: Part Two, the copy was Lot 355 . Theodore B. Baum (1935-    ) is an American cable television company executive. The details from the auction are: "First edition of Plath's thinly veiled autobiography published in England pseudonymously a month before her February 1963 death. Plath had returned to London with her two young children during the brutally cold winter of 1962, renting a flat at 23 Fitzroy Road (an address once inhabited by William Butler Yeats). Though that autumn had been a period of intense activity as she produced the poems that would comprise Ariel , depression nonetheless overtook her. The Bell Jar , her only novel, did not appear under her own name until 1967 and, in accordance with the wishes of...

There are moments in Sylvia Plath's journals and letters, as well as her poems and stories, where she provides enough information so that you might, if curious, take a walk with her words. In the last week or so I have been reading her journals and one such entry, one of many to be honest, sent me to Google Street View for the umpteenth time to see the view she described with her eyes. On 11 March 1957, Plath wrote her and entry about a walk down the Fen Causeway to a fish and chips shop. It  has been always an interesting one to me. A favorite, perhaps. Plath obsesses over the orange hue of the streetlights, and that color seems both ominous and ethereal in the way she uses it describing her scene. Even the color of the fried fish and chips, in one's mind, is orange-ish.  Where was she going with this idea? The presence of the gun, too, is a bit weird.  Towards the end of the entry the speaker and her male companion pass a monastery, then Plath writes, "The gla...