“I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.”
Apart from Esther there was another crucial female character in the tale, Doreen who was somewhat of an antithesis of Esther, neither impaired by loneliness nor wistfully brooding over death, decay and eventuality. She was rather the rebellious one, taking life by its throat, living or trying to live on her own terms. The relation between these two character, the stark contrast and the deep underlying feeling of sisterhood, in spite of the apparent scorn, is something I feel the best feature of this novel.
In Plath’s writing the affirmation of individuality and individualism of woman, I found was strongest, even stronger than in the work in Woolf. The vast impression Plath left, not only in the realm of literature, but also during second wave feminism and the way she provoked the world of psychiatry, though may not be attributed more on a chance factor than her own intentions, are all too commendable. I would not endeavour to wrap Plath up in these place of a few paragraphs and look preposterous, neither I would see her through the same eyes of literary admirer pained by her being ‘highjacked’ by the feminists and psychiatrist. What Plath, a literary genius, achieved should be beyond literature itself, and it is high time we embraced it.