“Wherever I sat-on the deck of a
ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok- I would be sitting under the same
glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.” I sat there, after reading this
quote in a feeling of shock and an also a since of “Holy crap this white girl
need to get it together”. Like it sounds like this girl need massive PSL
(pumpkin spiced latte). Or, maybe a new Chanel medium boy bag in the oil slick
leather.
But in reality this quote did give me a puzzling
challenge to wrap my mind around. On one hand, I did not know why it was so
hard for her to move on from her past experiences. To me they did not seem that
bad for a person her age. I mean at this point in our lives we probably all
seen what a penis looks like. Thanks to the help of sexual education in public
schools.
But, then the in same aspect, the
obvious part was, I’m not her, and I’m not Esther. So I could not relate to her
and understand her experiences, being usually happy as I am, I could not
understand this feeling of sadness that she was going in circles about. I have
felt deep sadness, but I always find some how to get out of it. So her suffering
to me in that manner, was hard to understand.
However,
the other part of this quote that got to me was the idea of being trapped in a
glass bell jar. I believe that Plath was trying to establish a since of a never
ending hell. A since the new normal, and it was this idea of creating a new
normality that also did give me a puzzle to solve. If Plath was truly writing about
this idea of creating a new normal, then what makes something normal? I think
we all have heard that quote of the spider and, the fly and, chaos and, more
fun stuff. But I never gave it a second thought after reading this book by
Plath.
How I interpreted
this idea, was that as amazing, graceful, or beautiful any moment may be, one
will become emotional numb to experience itself. Like, buying a new bag. The
bag is only new for that moment, then that moment passes of it being new. The
same can be applied to our emotions and how we feel. Such as, sadness or
happiness, will no longer affect us when time is able to move on.
However
in Plath’s vision, of this idea was taken to the other end of the spectrum.
Where one must face their feelings, and suffering as a never ending cycle. So
the bell jar now, becomes a limitation on time, and it’s this limitation on
time that makes Esther’s feelings never ending. Thus, she can’t move on from
her experience form the past, and it almost makes her emotions a part of her. And,
an ugly part of her that won’t end.
And yet as sad all of this may seem, the
thoughtful part was that, I also felt a since of personal reflection as a reader.
The feeling was profound but at the same time so subjective. It was also in
this chapter that I felt so connected to the main character too. To her, the
past experiences she has felt where traumatizing, and that to some of us that
might be the norm but also we all consider different things as traumatizing to
us. So in this aspect to me, it makes her seem more human, because she does
feel pain and suffering. However, not the physical pain, but it’s the one
inside that makes her seem more real, more human.