She lives close to the nerve, but the nerve has become detached from the general network.
A thin layer of glass separates her from everyone, and the novel’s title, itself made of glass, is evolved from her notion of disconnection: the head of each mentally ill person is enclosed in a bell jar, choking on his own foul air.
“That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married.
The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from.
She finds it impossible to be one of the army of college girls whose education is a forced stop on the short march to marriage. The glimpse of her lying with her head in a pool of her own vomit in a hotel hallway is repellent but crucial.
The crises of identity, sexuality, and survival are grim, and often funny. Her illness is followed by a mass ptomaine poisoning at a “fashion” lunch.I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.” (Plath 78) Esther wanted to experience greatness for herself and not through others. We apologize for any inconvenience, and thank you for your visiting.Torn between conflicting roles—the sweetheart--mother and “the life of the poet,” neither very real to her—Esther finds life itself inimical.Afraid of distorting the person she is yet to become, she becomes the ultimate distortion—nothing.Convention may contribute to Esther’s insanity, but she never loses her awareness of the irrationality of convention.Moved to Belsize, a part of the mental hospital reserved for patients about to go back to the world, she makes the connection explicit: Terms like “mad” and “sane” grow increasingly inadequate as the action develops.The casualness with which physical suffering is treated suggests that Esther is cut off from the instinct for sympathy right from the beginning—for herself as well as for others.Though she is enormously aware of the impingements of sensation, her sensations remain impingements.story of a poet who tries to end her life written by a poet who did, Sylvia Plath’s “The Bell Jar” (Harper & Row) was first published under a pseudonym in England in 1963, one month before she committed suicide.We have had to wait almost a decade for its publication in the United States, but it was reissued in England in 1966 under its author’s real name.