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“I lay there alone in bed, feeling the black shadow creeping up the underside of the world like a flood tide. Nothing held, nothing was left. The silver airplanes and the silver capes all dissolved and vanished, wiped away like the crude drawings of a child in colored chalk from the colossal blackboard of the dark.”“The Wishing Box,” “The Sunday at the Minton’s,” and “Among the Bumblebees” are also among my favorites from Plath’s collection of short stories. I can easily envision Plath on the same short fiction level as Angela Carter, although considering Plath’s short life, this comparison may seem absurd. Ten more years, and it might have been a different story! Plath展现出了比在《钟形罩》中更丰富的创造力。她甚至自己承认,她不希望那部特定的小说代表她的作品;它并不巧妙,甚至缺乏想象力;它只是存在而已。在她的短篇小说中,她塑造了一些(在某些人看来)不讨人喜欢的角色,并将他们置于自己自私的混乱困境中。从那里,她构建世界并对其进行操控以引发意义。 If you want to read a poet similar to Plath, although not as dense, read Ingrid Jonker. She is so understated (and by the way, she also committed suicide). If you want to read someone who has that intense lyrical severity like Plath, read Sarah Kane’s play 4:48 Psychosis (and by the way, she also committed suicide). If you want to read a memoir that is literary and very intelligent, read Elizabeth Wurtzel’s Prozac Nation. I know it might sound ridiculous to some, but Wurtzel is a very talented woman. Plath's prose is what吸引了我. And these short stories bring out a little bit more of that, especially more than, say, "The Bell Jar" had.