Review: The Bell Jar

I'm doing this new thing where I put my favorite cover of a book before its review. This is by far the best cover of the novel. It's also the original one.
The Bell Jar is Sylvia Plath's only novel, published in 1963. First reviews of the book were inextricably intertwined with opinions about Plath's suicide, which occurred about a month after The Bell Jar was published. Luckily for me, I get to review the book without Plath's untimely demise hanging over my head. I will review the novel without references to Plath's life/death.

The Bell Jar is about the crack-up of Esther Greenwood, a brilliant and successful college writer in New York City. The reader follows Esther from New York City to the suburbs with her mother into Esther's memories and on to a few different asylums. The novel describes the protagonist's frustrations with being female in the 60s, the abusive mental health system, and her dealings with depression. The novel is considered semi-autobiographical, because the protagonist's descent into madness closely mirrors Plath's descent into depression. It is written in poetic prose and its plotline is nonlinear.

One of the book's main themes is feminism: Esther's fight to reconcile her identity as an independent career woman with the restrictive notions of home and family that middle-class white girls were expected to adhere to. Esther does not want any restrictions on her freedom, but the people around her seem to crush that ideal. For example, her mother, while supportive of Esther, pressures the protagonist to get married to a suitable boy. All the men in the story hinder Esther's independence: Doctor Gordon's indifference and forced shock therapy make Esther fear being an outcast, Buddy's hypocrisy causes Esther to never marry, Irwin's carelessness makes her hemorrhage when she tries to have sexual freedom. Only the women--some of the women--are decent to Esther, the most prominent of these being Doctor Nolan, a compassionate psychologist.

There is no one event that triggers Esther's breakdown. At the beginning of the novel, Esther exhibits the apathy and isolation indicative of depression. Through a series of memories the reader learns ultimately about Esther's resentment of her antifeminist society, which may be a factor. When she goes home to the suburbs Esther is rejected from a prestigious writing program, which sends her into a particularly bad bout of depression that lands her in various psych wards. Sylvia Plath's visceral descriptions make Esther's insanity seem reasonable, rational even; it is only through her actions that the reader sees that Esther is breaking up. Her sickness is most vividly described when Plath writes, "to the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream." Towards the end of the book, Esther starts to heal thanks to successful therapy. The novel ends just before the interview that will determine if she can leave the asylum, lending an ambiguity to Esther's mental state and thus a fear of never fully leaving the bell jar.

Plath's poetry is descriptive, morbid, raw, honest, and therefore unsettling; so too is The Bell Jar. The novel offers no refuge from Esther's mind, no place for the reader to listen to the sane and convince themselves everything will be fine. The genius of the book lies in Plath's own experiences with depression; only a sufferer could write so accurately about how it feels to be under the bell jar.

The one pitfall is that the novel, although considered literature, somehow feels like the work of an amateur novelist. Plath herself published the novel under a pseudonym because she did not consider it a "serious work."

The entire plot of Plath's novel is Esther's mind: the fears and bitterness that haunt her, her worries and inadequacies, the depression that slowly unravels her sanity. Thus the purpose of The Bell Jar is to be a window into such oft-forgotten parts of the human experience, and that it does brilliantly.


  1. i read this book many years ago, Archana; I believe it was for a college psych class. I did not realize this was Plath's only novel. You are so insightful and a fabulous writer. Well done!

  2. Thanks for your insightful review, Archana. (Your writing is most excellent!) I've never read The Bell Jar and confess to never reading the poetry of S. Path either. What I know of her I know only by reputation: gifted poet who marries the wrong guy, cooks dinner a la MadMen circa 1960s--can you imagine?!--then sticks her head in the oven and finishes it all. (Such a pity, woman who take the brunt of things then and still!) Anyway, your review was insightful and well written and made me want to read Bell Jar, as well as the poetry. (There are such gaps in my knowledge as to be death defying. You want to avoid those.) I am particularly interested in your comment that you found the novel wanting. I don't know enough to understand how the book even came to be--did she pull strings? Did Ted Hughes, bless his sorrow-filled soul, make a call on her behalf?--I hope not. I hope that she at least was able to satisfy the aching creative need to go it alone and solo. But then women seem forever tethered, sadly, despite best efforts, so who knows? Perhaps you do. (Can you break those tethers?) Anyway, you must write more and let us know, we poor pilgrims on the road, what lights by which you set your course. Read on!

    1. gives background about The Bell Jar. Plath published the book in London and then died. By the time the novel reached America Plath was famous. Plath did seem to satisfy her need to write creatively without restrictions, although perhaps motherhood stifled that a bit.

      Despite having no unique talents of any kind, I plan to further my career as much as possible--whatever the career is--marriage or not. Then again, straight marriages seem to be more confining w/r/t the woman versus the man. I'll manage something. *shrugs*


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