The Bell Jar is the only novel written by Sylvia Plath, an American Poet who died at the age of 30.
Interesting. Didn't quite go as it started. Starts out boring. Not sure if there is a story in this intelligent yet essentially lazy heroine. An earlier version of the absurdly overrated film Brooklyn. A heroin with no story to star in.
And then it happens. Her decent into insanity is so sudden and so casual that you get a mental whiplash. I might never look at mental health issues quite the same way. It is not such an alien issue to me anymore. It maybe everywhere. Just a matter of varying stages.
And what really is insanity anyway - to some degree - even as an exaggeration - it is perhaps nonconformity - specially when practiced by a social class that hasn't yet made it to the mainstream - or is still stifling under its own imaginary or real bell jar.
Despite myself, I liked Plath's Bell Jar.