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He joked [...] that his passion for literature was erotic, telling him about a young woman with whom he had "a root" at the Brontë Parsonage. They had started against a glass case holding memorabilia and then, "with increased confidence," moved to Emily Brontë's death couch.
Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath
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"I am living now in a kind of present hell and god knows what ceremonies of life or love can patch the havoc wrought. I took care, such care, and even that was not enough, for my being deserted utterly."
— Sylvia Plath, qtd. in Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath by Heather Clark (Alfred A. Knopf, 2020)
BINGO!
For writer bio/memoir I read Heather Clark's Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath. It was...upsetting. I spent the last couple chapters swearing at many many people in her life (and a few in mine--the ones who had dismissed her suicide as "sticking her head in the oven" as if it were as simple as that and also spoiler her head was never in the actual oven. Anyway).
It's also 45 hours in audiobook so it took me quite a while to finish it.
Since we've hit the first bingo, here's a recap of the books so far!
Graphic Novel - Gail Simone Birds of Prey: Between Dark and Dawn
Read & Do - Diane Duane's Hobbit Seed Cake
Historical Fantasy - Heather Fawcett Emily Wilde's Map of the Otherlands
Science Fiction - Beth Revis Full Speed to a Crash Landing
Indie/Self Publish - Alexis Ames The Chamos Project
Short Story Collection - Saladin Ahmed, Rae Carson, Mira Grant, & John Jackson Miller Star Wars: Canto Bight
Romance - Jo Segura Raiders of the Lost Heart
Bonus - Published the Year You Were Born - George R. R. Martin Nightflyers
2025 Award Winner - A.D. Sui The Dragonfly Gambit
Gothic Fiction - T. Kingfisher What Moves the Dead
Writer Bio - Heather Clark Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath
Onwards!
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Now she is flying More terrible than she ever was, red Scar in the sky, red comet Over the engine that killed her---- The mausoleum, the wax house.
Sylvia Plath, "Stings"
Sylvia was amazed by the clarity of the night sky in Maine. She saw her first shooting star and called the Milky Way “a gossamer scar flung across the sky.”
Heather Clark from Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath
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“The woman (Plath) is perfected,” the poem’s first line reads—“not perfect, perfected,” Clark notes, “like a work of art, an experiment, something controlled.”
— Elisa Gabbert, Any Person is the Only Self: Essays (FSG Originals, June 11, 2024)
Currently reading - Red Comet: the Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath
One thing about sex. I hate comfortable rituals. I like all sorts of positions at a lot of odd times of day, & really feel terrific and made new from every cell when I am done. I actually wondered at one point if Ted was sick. Well, of course, how can one keep up that intensity & variety every day & night for over 6 years. A biological and psychological impossibility I would think. And I have my pride. I mean, I was not schooled with love for 2 years by my French lover for nothing. I have in me a good tart
But I must say, I get a terrific sensual pleasure in being light & slender & fucking as well...What I don't want to be is an unfucked wife. I get bitter then, & cross. And I feel wasted. And I don't just mean the token American what-is-it twice a week, front to front, "thank you darling' either.
Even as SP's work continues wrongly to be subjected to superficial analysis and as she is reductively labeled the Patron Saint of Sad Girls, let us praise Heather Clark for including these ^^^ journal passages and not letting us forget that Sylvia Plath fucked. Who else was doing it like her? I'll wait.
Also, SP's Platinum Summer was the blueprint for Hot Girl Summer. Megan Thee Stallion, who? Chet Hanks, who? Your faves are shaking rn and their wigs are snatched. Sorry bout it.
