Yesterday’s Google Doodle was in honor of Sylvia Plath’s 87th birthday. The gorgeous art is by Sophie Diao.
I’ve always loved this photo of Sylvia Plath.
I enjoyed most of the books I read in 2017, but here are 11 that, for different reasons, caught my fancy.
In no particular order, they are:
- SHAKESPEARE: THE WORLD AS STAGE BY BILL BRYSON
- SINATRA: HOLLYWOOD HIS WAY BY TIMOTHY KNIGHT
- BEAUTIFUL BOREDOM: IDLENESS AND FEMININE SELF-REALIZATION IN THE VICTORIAN NOVEL BY LEE ANNA MAYNARD
- LIFE IN A MEDIEVAL VILLAGE BY FRANCES AND JOSEPH GIES
- PAIN, PARTIES, WORK: SYLVIA PLATH IN NEW YORK, SUMMER 1953 BY ELIZABETH WINDER
- UNDER THE BIG BLACK SUN: A PERSONAL HISTORY OF L.A. PUNK BY JOHN DOE
- IN THE GREAT GREEN ROOM: THE BRILLIANT AND BOLD LIFE OF MARGARET WISE BROWN BY AMY GARY
- GRETA GARBO: THE MYSTERY OF STYLE BY STEFANIA RICCI
- WHEN PARIS SIZZLED: THE 1920S PARIS OF HEMINGWAY, CHANEL, COCTEAU, COLE PORTER, JOSEPHINE BAKER, AND THEIR FRIENDS BY MARY MCAULIFFE
- SIRENS & SINNERS: A VISUAL HISTORY OF WEIMAR FILM 1918-1933 BY HANS HELMUT PRINZLER
- THE BEST MINDS OF MY GENERATION: A LITERARY HISTORY OF THE BEATS BY ALLEN GINSBERG
What were your fave books of 2017? Please share with me in the comments.
- The Spoil of Destruction [THE PARIS REVIEW]
- Jean Rhys Speaks [THE PARIS REVIEW]
- When James Joyce & Marcel Proust Met in 1922, and Totally Bored Each Other [OPEN CULTURE]
- Typescript second draft of The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath [BRITISH LIBRARY]
I’ve shared this quote before, but it’s good enough to share again:
Reposting in honor of Sylvia’s birthday!
“Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn.”-Orson Welles
Sylvia Plath is best remembered for the sharp-edged precision of her poetry: word-vessels that are hard, clear, and passionate examples of literature’s trickiest form. Her style, although of minor importance to both literary historians and laypersons, remains fresh and appealing fifty years after her death. The timeless quality of Sylvia’s wardrobe is easy to emulate, and personalize.
Four Seasons, Five Photographs, Forever Stylish:
Sylvia Plath: Spring
A crisp white tee, corset belt, and floaty high-waisted skirt is the perfect outfit for the windy days of spring. She finishes it off simply with lipstick and a hairpin. Typewriter: optional. [This is my favourite photograph of a writer caught in the act of writing. I’ve always envied the imagined comforts of working in a garden setting. Sun-on-skin; light, earth-tainted breeze; a lounge chair to sink…
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When you died on 11 February 1963, my mom was nine years old. My grandmother was your age: thirty. She’s eighty-one now, but to all of the world you still look like this:
“The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”-Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
The Bell Jar was published on 14 January 1963, under the pseudonym Victoria Lucas.
“The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.”-Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar