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Há 4 dias · The Bell Jar, novel by Sylvia Plath, first published in January 1963 under the pseudonym Victoria Lucas and later released posthumously under her real name. The work, a thinly veiled autobiography, chronicles a young woman’s mental breakdown and eventual recovery, while also exploring societal expectations of women in the 1950s.
Há 2 dias · o A obra de Sylvia Plath influenciou gerações de escritores e leitores, inspirando debates sobre saúde mental, identidade feminina e a busca por uma voz autêntica na sociedade. Para uma compreensão completa da obra, recomenda-se a leitura direta de "A Redoma de Vidro", juntamente com a exploração de análises críticas e estudos acadêmicos sobre o livro e sua autora, Sylvia Plath.
Há 4 dias · Sylvia Plath often looked to the life and work of Virginia Woolf for inspiration. Plath did not dwell on Woolf’s suicide, and if she ever gave a thought to Woolf’s mother, Rachel Trethewey does not say, and I never found any evidence of such in my own research.
Há 4 dias · Awad recalled how her mom gifted her a collection of Sylvia Plath poems for her 12th birthday, “which was probably too heavy for a 12-year-old,” she said, and laughed. But that love and appreciation for poetry, cultivated and encouraged by her mom from a young age, continues to burn within Awad, making it the ideal form with which to reexamine the mother-daughter bond shared between the two.
Há 5 dias · The poetic oeuvre of Sylvia Plath stands witness to her deep-seated inquiry into gender identity and fluidity and intersectionality that she houses within herself to also offer gender identity as a site of rebellion against the structural society of patriarchy which tasks a feminine form with femininity as inherent.
Há 4 dias · Sylvia Plath (October 27, 1932 – February 11, 1963) was an American poet, novelist and short story writer. Born in Boston, Massachusetts, she studied at Smith College and Newnham College, Cambridge before receiving acclaim as a professional poet and writer.
Há 4 dias · I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it——A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right footA paperweight,My...
