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By Sylvia Plath

The Bell Jar chronicles the crack-up of Esther Greenwood: wonderful, attractive, greatly proficient, and profitable, yet slowly going below -- probably for the final time. Sylvia Plath masterfully attracts the reader into Esther's breakdown with such depth that Esther's madness turns into thoroughly actual or even rational, as possible and obtainable an adventure as going to the films. Such deep penetration into the darkish and harrowing corners of the psyche is a unprecedented accomplishment and has made The Bell Jar a haunting American classic.

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