The Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol 2: 1956-1963 - Hardcover

"This set of letters is a dazzling literary achievement, capturing the tender beauty of Plath's richly lived, too short life."--Publishers Weekly (starred review)

"An exemplary edition offering a textured portrait of an iconic poet."--Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

"A shattering chronicle of a woman's struggle to be both a pathbreaking artist and a domestic paragon...Together, these two volumes accentuate the wonder of all that Plath accomplished by age 30, and her poetry, fiction, journals, and letters will remain forever alive, daring, urgent, and electrifying."--Booklist, Starred Review

"As the marriage faltered, the masks fell away...Plath wrote honestly of her unhappiness and fear...In 14 recently uncovered letters to the psychiatrist who'd treated her since her suicide attempt in college, we see Plath at her most vulnerable. It feels almost taboo to read these, so unabashed is her pain and humiliation...But in her final letters there was a note of wild, almost unbearable optimism. Inspiration ran like a tap; poems were pouring out of her. It seemed impossible that she would not make it."--Parul Sehgal, New York Times

"Here is the more or less abrupt shedding, in extremis, of the "stiff," "artificial" voice that infected her early poems and stories and from which she had been working to free herself for many years. The book provides, in the end, an account of an ordinary anguish out of which Plath produced something extraordinary."--Harper's Magazine

"The Plath we initially encounter in these letters seems very far from the person who, just a few years earlier, had attempted suicide with her mother's sleeping pills; and perhaps even farther from the person who, a few years later, gassed herself in her London kitchen. Above all, we see Plath on the move... She comes off, most often, as a whirlwind... it's the alertness to daily life that makes Plath's letters most poignant. Few writers have been as intensely attentive to quotidian details as Plath was, or understood so intuitively what to preserve in their art. A detail appears, uneventful on its face, first in a journal or a drawing, then in a letter, sometimes more than one. Her mind was brilliantly off-kilter, its emphasis falling in surprising places."--The New Yorker

"In Plath's appeals to Beuscher she is plainly desperate for help, yet the rhythms of her sentences, her bitter humor, and the flamboyant performance of her plight reveal the artist at work as much as the woman in pain."--Emily Cooke, BookForum