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browsing through the “classics” section of the library a few weeks ago, i picked up this uplifting story (not).
this book drew me in fast, maybe because i related to the main character, esther, who is working in new york city at a magazine in the 1950s and doesn’t see the point of so many things that people do. (plus the fact that i am getting obsessed with the 50’s and 60’s from watching mad men). of course, i stopped relating after the first few pages, as esther starts going insane. i loved the way she wrote though, i could kind of see what it would feel like to be crazy, with your mind jumping everywhere and paranoia, and the funny way she thought about things.
the story is even more depressing when you realize that this book is pretty much an autobiography of sylvia plath’s own life.