Forget about The Silent Woman. It maybe useful if you are writing a book or paper on Plath just to see the amount of emotion that, even dead, Plath is still able to evoke or the controversy that will always surround her and any book about her or her now late husband Ted Hughes. With Assia dead (she too committed suicide, killing her daughter by Hughes shortly after Sylvia had committed suicide), Sylvia, and now Ted Hughes just a relatively short while ago (and naturally, one should add, not by his own hand), writers are vying to dredge up the last stories of anyone involved in the Plath Hughes marriage. Even minor acquaintances are now used and referred to as “trusted sources” when they were no more than fast friends or social friends. You know the type, you have them yourself. Would they be right in telling the story of your life? I doubt it.
Go back to the source as I did and read Ariel and then read Ariel’s Gift by Erica Wagner. That is a book worth reading and gets to the core of who Plath really was, not who Anne Stevenson was.
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1 - Hope
Hello. I am not sure I follow the point about Zelda Fitzgerald. Is is well known tha she tried to succeed as a dancer at one point and wrote a novel of her own. She was no deferential wife, but famously high spirited and later mentally unbalanced.
Hope
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2 - sadi
hi Hope: thanks for reading, first. About Zelda, and i may be wrong in this, the way i always read it and heard it too, was that many of Fitzgerald who for the count, is one of my favorties, so this is hard), used a lot of Zelda's ideas and had her typing up his work for him a great deal; that was the part that i meant. I know the Crack Up was written about her nervous breakdown and subsequent hospitalization, right? I had read that the breakdown was due in part to the role she was playing in the marriage and putting her own life rather secondary to him. That maybe wrong, but that is what i have always read. Do you have a reliable source on this, because i would actually like to know with certainty -- it would help. I also understood that Zelda died in a fire in that same mental institution.
Anything you can tell mne or any good sources would be much appreciated. I've long loved Fitzgerald and this has always bothered me. I'd be thrilled to be wrong about this.
Cheers,
s.
3 - Ken Cameron
Janet Malcolm is a writer who deals in subtle, complex, nuanced perceptions and judgments and who seems fated to attract critics who are incapable of such perceptions or judgments. Your review leaves me thinking that you don't get Malcolm. You seem to agree, as you write that "I'm not sure what Janet Malcolm was after when she wrote the silent woman". I see that as your problem, not Janet Malcolm's. You seem unhappy that the book isn't something it doesn't pretend to be - a biography of Sylvia Plath. You might find it worthwhile to read it again with a different assumption - that is is about the difficulty of writing biography. This is what shapes its treatment of all its "characters", including Malcolm herself as well as Olwyn Hughes Ted Hughes, Anne Stevenson and Jacqueline Rose and Plath herself. The book leaves my human sympathy for all of them intact, along with and my sense of their human weakness and ultimately their complexity, the fact that they are not captured by the various self-serving or otherwise partial narratives that biographers cobble together. You seem unhappy that the book doesn't provide a straightforward verdict, a simple narrative, but unaware that not doing so, deconstructing all the narratives, the biographers', Hughes', and Malcolm's own, is its whole point.
4 - sadi ranson-polizzotti
as a biographer myself, as a writer myself, and further, as a poet - i can honestly say that it is up to the writer (songwriter, poet, author, etc etc) to convey. Yes, the reader has to work and be interested, and certainly if was and am, but if Malcolm did not convey to me, then I wonder who she did convey to, because I was and remain a captive audience... So this to me, just as I have fallen flat on my face, is a minor (I said minor) failure on her part. You need not be so pithy about it. This is a simple review, nothing more, nothing less - it's absolutely not personal. Why do you make it so?
Thanks for reading - I can give Malcolm another read since I read this a while ago, but I doubt my opinion will have much changed, but you never know. Again, I am also a biographer and have fallen flat, but then , who does not? I find you are saying "there is no fault with this faultless, flawless gem of a book" etc etc and the "fault" must lie with the reader - which is, frankly, utter b.s. - If the message is NOT conveyed, that is often a failing on the writer's part if the reader is educated, etc etc in the subject matter and eager to read and educated in general: there is something not quite right here. To put it all off on me and make th author "St. Malcolm" is rather absurd.
5 - Ken Cameron
I certainly don't mean to say the book is flawless. I just think it is very interesting, in itself and as part of Malcolm's oeuvre, which deconstructs a series of intellectual enterprises - psychoanalysis, journalism, biography, autobiography, literary criticism, law - in the end writing itself as an activity and a career - in a way which I find enlightening and helpful.
To say, as I did, that I felt you didn't get the book does sound excessively personal and I apologise for that. But it is, in the end, something like what I think. For me Malcolm's book "conveys" (to use your useful word) with clarity and subtlety. Other books, that other people admire, don't. With some of those books, I think it likely that the impediment is with me rather than the book. The same applies to painting and other arts. EG, I don't get Samuel Beckett, or Raoul Dufy, or Schoenberg, but in saying so I am hesitant to imply any failing on the part of those artists. I don't think Janet Malcolm is in their class, but I think she deserves more than faint praise.
I also think that Malcolm does attract a certain kind of misunderstanding. People accuse her of taking sides when I find she is recording vivid impressions, together with her own reservations about those impressions, in a way which reminds me that the person she is writing about exists outside her (Malcolm's) story. I think this kind of respect for the people she is writing about is exemplary. I have this kind of problem with the account you give of Anne Stevenson and Plath herself as they appear in Malcolm's book - I simply don't think she is criticising them in the way you imply.
Thanks for your response, and I apologise again for the clumsiness of my earlier post - although I still don't think "Forget about The Silent Woman" is good advice to your readers. As you may have guessed, I admire Janet Malcolm, and am inclined to rise up in her defense.
6 - Ken Cameron
Amending para 2 above, I should have written "Some other books, that other people admire....".