In my opinion, a great number of important writings by her husband have been deleted, and even the translator has deleted them.

This situation is truly concerning. Those writings might have contained valuable ideas, experiences, or historical records.

The deletion could potentially lead to a loss of knowledge and a disruption in the flow of information.

It is essential to investigate why these deletions occurred and try to recover the lost content if possible.

We should not let such important works disappear without a trace.

Perhaps there were misunderstandings or technical glitches that caused the deletions.

However, regardless of the reason, steps need to be taken to address this issue and ensure the preservation of important literary and intellectual works.

It took me months to read this diary. I started, if I'm not mistaken, in April.

It was a deep dive into the life of Sylvia, whom I have always admired as a poet and as the writer of one of my favorite novels, The Bell Jar.

I was impressed that, just like in The Bell Jar, the issues that Sylvia addresses in her diaries are super... contemporary! Issues of women, of inferiority complex, of the insecurity that is imposed on us.

Unfortunately, the end of her journey is sad, but the legacy she left is unforgettable. Just like her poems, drawings, and short stories.

I love this woman! And I feel very sorry for everything she went through.

Her diaries offer a unique glimpse into her inner world, filled with both joy and pain.

Reading them, I couldn't help but be moved by her honesty and vulnerability.

It made me realize how much we can learn from the experiences of others, especially those who have gone through difficult times.

Sylvia's words will continue to inspire me and many others for years to come.

Look at this marvelous piece of art.

It seems to hold a world of wonder within its pages. But it's not all as awesome as it initially appears.

1 - 30%: This is the amazing part. Here, one can find art, poetry, existentialism, truth, fear, helplessness, sadness, melancholy, anxiety, fullness, obsessions, philosophy, frustrations, desires, wonder, inner conflicts, loneliness, learning, and life lessons. It's a veritable smorgasbord of human experiences. It can be read as a striking novelty in the literary world, as a psychiatric/psychological study, or as a compelling insight into a complex human mind.

Around 30%, Sylvia gets married to Ted Hughes. And now, everything becomes descriptions. The honeymoon in Benidorm - described in detail. Work in the university - described. The books she reads or writes - all descriptions. Ted Hughes is awesome - more descriptions. It pretty soon becomes monotonous, and you start to wonder when the good part will come, if it ever does. I reached 39%...

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Then I continued and finally finished in October 2020.

Around 50%, Sylvia delves into the psyche, undergoes psychotherapy with Ruth, and mentions Freud and Jung, among other things. This makes things a bit easier to understand.

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61% - 75%: Here come the appendixes and the like.

75 - 100%: References and explanations about who the people in the diaries are, and where and what Sylvia is living and doing.

Christ almighty,

Ted Hughes truly deserved better than this woman. She was such a blabbermouth.

She cried about every little thing, as if people would be interested in reading about her PMSing all over the place!

Hughes was right to look elsewhere to have his needs met. Sensitive Sylvie here clearly wasn't up to the task.

Let me tell you, I'm following about 1000 different Instagram girls, like Fullmetal Ifrit and Amy Jackson and all the rest. They are the real inspirations.

Believe me, nobody loves women more than I do. My buddies and I would get on those Jeff Epstein planes and respect women across the beautiful skies of our nation.

I can tell a real, respectable girl when I see one, and this one was far from it.

I'm really glad she left early so Ted could get those kids a real mother.

And what about the journals of that guy? These feminazis are getting on my last nerve. Smile for once, why don't you?

In this new edition of Sylvia Plath's Journals, edited by Karen V. Kukil, the Associate Curator of Special Collections at Smith College, we are presented with 'an exact and complete transcription of the journals kept by Sylvia Plath during the last twelve years of her life'. There are no omissions, deletions or corrections of Plath's words in this edition.

Kukil states that her journals are characterized by the vigorous immediacy with which she records her inner thoughts and feelings and the intricacies of her daily life. She further explains that every effort has been made to give the reader direct access to Sylvia Plath's actual words without interruption or interpretation.

The main body of the diary spans from July 1950 to 1959, and the appendices stretch up to 1962, the year in which Plath committed suicide at the age of thirty. The entirety is unabridged and has been taken from twenty-three original manuscripts in the Sylvia Plath Collection at Smith College in Massachusetts. They document her student years at Smith College and Newnham College, Cambridge, her marriage to Ted Hughes, and two years of teaching and writing in New England.

Journals contains a wealth of new material, all of which was sealed by Hughes until February 2013. The journals have been split into separate sections, each spanning a different period in the poet's life. Photocopies of her journal pages have been included at the start of every one, showing the progression of her writing and adding a lovely touch to the wonderful whole. Two sections of glossy photographs can also be found within the book's pages. As expected with such a bulk of work, the notes section and index are both extensive.

The first journal, dating from when Plath was just eighteen years old, opens with a poem by Louis MacNeice and two quotes written by Yeats and Joyce respectively. The first entry she writes reads like an echo for much of her life: 'I may never be happy, but tonight I am content'.

Throughout her journals, Plath is warm, full of vivacity, and strikingly original. In an entry in the first journal, written in August 1950, she writes: 'I love people. Everybody. I love them; I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I'll ever have'.

Each and every entry is filled to the brim with musings, philosophy, emotions, questions and answers. Plath is honest and incredibly witty. When speaking about a dentist removing her wisdom teeth, she says: 'The doctor pinned the bib around my neck; I was just about prepared for him to stick an apple in my mouth and strew sprigs of parsley on my head'. Some entries reflect on her day, while others are small self-contained essays on a plethora of subjects. She touches upon topics such as literature, love, communal living, politics and the notion of democracy, and then delves into each one, providing the reader with her insights and musings. Some of the vignettes included are charming, like the one when she was looking after a family of three children in the summer of 1950.

Plath's writing, as anyone who has read even a single one of her poems will know, is absolutely beautiful. Her descriptions are gorgeous: 'The two lights over the front steps were haloed with a hazy nimbus of mist, and strange insects fluttered up against the screen, fragile, wing-thin and blinded, dazed, numbed by the brilliance', and 'The air flowed about me like thick molasses, and the shadows from the moon and street lamp split like schizophrenic blue phantoms, grotesque and faintly repetitious'. Throughout, she makes the everyday entrancing and notices the positive and beautiful qualities in everything her words touch upon, however much we may take them for granted in the modern world. The scenes she builds are vivid.

The importance of Plath's art is prevalent immediately: 'Perhaps someday I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow'. Poems have been included throughout, all placed in the volume in the order in which they first appear in her journals. Each and every one is perfect, startling and exquisitely crafted. At times, she provides a fascinating commentary on her own writing, beautifully analyzing her own finely wrought sentences.

Plath was an intelligent woman, and throughout she writes with clarity, even in the earliest journal entries. She both praises and chastises herself and humankind. There are also hints of the growth of her coming depression. She writes in 1950, for example, that 'I have much to live for, yet unaccountably I am sick and sad'. Plath also continually muses on life and death and the vast chasm between the two, as well as the very notion of existence.

The Journals of Sylvia Plath is a book to be savoured and is a wonderful companion to the stunning Letters Home, another Faber & Faber must for any fan of the poet. Both books are sure to delight without a doubt. In them, Plath provides us with a window into her world, and her journals particularly are written in such a way that it feels as though we as readers are her closest confidantes. Nothing is hidden from us, and each and every entry drips with verity. Even the biggest of her fans will learn a great deal from reading this beautiful and important book.

Sylvia Plath was a writer, poet, novelist, and short story writer. She is one of the most interesting poets in American poetry. Her works reflected many of the destructive aspects of nature that she had witnessed.

She had a stormy emotional life with her mother and seemed to be very attached to her. Her father died when she was eight years old, which left a deep mark on her. She studied at Cambridge University on a Fulbright Scholarship. She married the passionate poet Ted Hughes and they had two children: Frieda and Nicholas.

Plath was characterized by a depression that led to her early death after several failed suicide attempts. One of them was after electroshock treatment. In August 1953, Plath made a serious attempt at suicide by climbing under her house and taking her mother's sleeping pills. She was found and taken to the hospital where she received electroshock treatment.

"I am wicked, sick: a week late. But I will write 5 pages a day until I can catch up on what I've missed, no matter how hard it is. I use words as a poet uses words. That's the thing!"

Sylvia Plath faced challenges in publishing her poems and other works. She had difficulties with publishers and critics, as she wrote in her diaries about her illness and her admission to the hospital for mental treatment.

Her literary career was short but intense. She committed suicide at the age of thirty. She was famous for her confessional poetry. Some of her most important literary works include "The Colossus", "Winter Trees", "Crossing the Water", "Ariel", and the collected poems that won her the Pulitzer Prize after her death. Her novel "The Bell Jar" is semi-autobiographical and was published under the pseudonym "Victoria Lucas" in the same year she died, 1963. It tells the story of an American girl spending the summer in New York working for a women's magazine, her return to her hometown in New England, and the mental breakdown that follows, set against the backdrop of the events of the 1950s, from the Rosenberg executions and the McCarthy witch hunt to the Korean War and the Hungarian Revolution. The novel became a must-read for girls in the same way that Salinger's "The Catcher in the Rye" became a must-read for moody teenage boys. It was adapted into a film by director Larry Peerce in 1979, starring Marilyn Hassett and Julie Harris.

The opening of Plath's "The Bell Jar": "It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs."

Her diaries are full of reading, drama, photographic memory, and passionate outbursts.

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I learned so many new things from this article, and it has given me a lot to think about. It has inspired me to look at things from a different perspective and to consider new ideas.

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The first part of the book was truly introspective and offered deep insights. However, after her marriage to Ted, or more precisely after her return to the US, she turns into an awfully annoying character.

She is constantly engaged in planning, but never takes any real action. She writes about ideas for stories and methods to enhance herself, yet in reality, she does nothing and remains trapped in a cycle of inspiration, which not only sucks but also annoys me.

As a result, I decided to quit reading it. I believed that I could utilize my time more productively rather than forcing myself to complete it. Perhaps, if you are interested in learning more about her life, you might consider reading the abridged version. Because, for me, I simply couldn't continue any further.

Ted Hughes, who burned what Sylvia had written in her last years with his own hands to prevent what they had done from coming to light, should be judged.

After finishing the book, even if you cannot find the last years of her diaries through detailed research on the Internet, you can still access some letters.

This act of Ted Hughes is truly unjust and worthy of condemnation. His attempt to hide the truth by destroying Sylvia's writings is a blatant disregard for her work and the history they shared.

Although we may not be able to fully understand the complex relationship between them, we have a responsibility to seek the truth and give Sylvia the recognition and respect she deserves.

By looking at the available letters and other sources, we can try to piece together a more accurate picture of their lives and the events that led to this tragic end.

We should not let Ted Hughes' actions overshadow Sylvia's talent and the significance of her work.

I did it.

I started and, more importantly, finished The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. This is a remarkable feat that comes at the end of fifteen years of starts and stops. I purchased the book in 2000 when I was working at Indigo. My employee discount receipt is still taped on the inside back cover. The book had just been published, and I vividly remember the flurry of excitement that surrounded this "literary event".

I'm not exaggerating when I say that I've picked up this book with every intention of reading it about once a year since then. I've read the first few pages dozens of times. Often, the book became something I would pull down off the shelf, carry around for a few days (or fall asleep beside), only to eventually put it aside in favor of something else.

2015 has been my unofficial year of reading (or, rather, finishing) books I had previously given up on. I guess this only further validates my belief that every book has its time (or, the time when it will have the biggest impact or when we, as a reader, are most receptive to it). I think, in the case of Sylvia Plath, I needed the distance of age and experience. Every time I tried to read these journals, they were too close to my own experience during that period in my life. I too was a depressed university student; or someone who constantly felt guilty that she was wasting her time (okay, maybe this is still something that occasionally crops up, ha); someone who worried that her writing would never quite be honest enough. A little distance allowed me to identify with Plath, but also read analytically, make connections, and not become completely immersed in my own emotions.

I will miss the comforting intimacy of reading this book...the welcome strangeness of the experience.

Sylvia Plath’s journals are truly an eye-opening education.

They offer a remarkable insight into a brilliant and unique mind.

Her writing is truly inspiring.

Her doubts, fears, and the things that made her vulnerable, scared, soft, and happy are all laid out bare.

She was an intelligent and sophisticated woman, far ahead of her years.

Her mind was incredibly complex and had such great depth.

I can honestly say that I am haunted by the things she wrote and how relatable they are.

It is an absolute must-read for anyone who is interested in exploring the inner workings of a great mind or who is looking for inspiration in their own writing or life.

Plath’s journals are a testament to her genius and a valuable resource for anyone who wants to understand the human experience.

Plath is undeniably talented.

However, I was hoping to read something truly raw from her. Even in her diary, it feels as if she is putting on a show.

She has a tendency to romanticize even the smallest and most mundane events, perhaps in an attempt to make them seem more thought-provoking.

But what I really wanted was to get a glimpse of the real her.

There are indeed many lines in her writing that are like precious gems.

Yet, they are often surrounded by paragraphs that seem to lack substance.

In these passages, she comes across as really pretentious, which is quite sad.

Because I used to really like and relate to her work.

It makes me wonder if the real Plath is hidden beneath all this artifice.

Maybe there is a deeper, more authentic side to her that we haven't truly seen.

I hope that one day, we can discover the real Sylvia Plath and understand her in a more genuine way.