How far does this book serve to perpetuate Sylvia Plath’s cult status as doomed genius and feminist icon? Does the book unexpectedly amuse us too with its incisive exploration of social awkwardness and ‘angst’?
Can we tell it is written by a poet?
How far does this book serve to perpetuate Sylvia Plath’s cult status as doomed genius and feminist icon? Does the book unexpectedly amuse us too with its incisive exploration of social awkwardness and ‘angst’?
Can we tell it is written by a poet?