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Available at National Book Store


Try to imagine the state of mind of American poet Sylvia Plath, age 31, as the final incendiary poems started popping out, often at a rate of two to three a day. It must have seemed like bats escaping from a belfry.


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When I turn 27…

By Raymond Ang | July 28, 2013 - 12:00am

Perhaps as a consequence of a childhood hinged on pop culture, I’ve always looked at life in terms of the movie in my head. I anticipated graduation as Benjamin Braddock would, listening to a lot of Simon &...

Sunday Lifestyle

Poet Sylvia Plath's son commits suicide in Alaska

March 24, 2009 - 7:40am

ANCHORAGE (AP) -- When Nicholas Hughes was in his early 20s, his father, poet Ted Hughes, advised him on the importance of living bravely.

It’s just another New Year

By WHIPPER SNAPPER By Francesca Ayala | January 12, 2007 - 12:00am

For the last few months, I’ve tried to avoid writing about myself in the first person. For some reason I felt that if I resigned myself to writing in the first person on a regular basis, it would make...

Young Star

Existential angst in 'The Bell Jar'

By Elvie Victonette Razon | November 24, 2002 - 12:00am

To a medical student, a bell jar is where you preserve a specimen of interest, an aborted fetus or a formalinized aorta, for the purpose of anatomical mastery. Seldom does he look at it without being transfixed by...

Sunday Lifestyle

The Goth Goddess Of Devon

By Scott R. Garceau | June 18, 2001 - 12:00am

Johnny Panic And The Bible Of Dreams By Sylvia Plath Harper Perennial, 327 pages Available at National Book Store Try to imagine the state of mind of American poet Sylvia Plath, age 31, as the final incendiary...

Arts and Culture