Premièrement, the edition that I have is extremely disappointing due to its translation. There are choices that I completely don't understand and that have bothered me so much that I had difficulty concentrating on what I was reading. For example, "manger un poisson-frites" for fish&chips and "Mère Terre" instead of "Dame Nature", and there are many more.

In short, beyond this very frustrating translation, I was rather disappointed with this reading, unfortunately. I didn't find what I was looking for, except in the last days of the journal, near its tragic end. I naively thought I would find moments of introspection on existence, its absurdity, but the bulk of the journal is rather mechanical, a place for recording the events of a typical day, where one desperately tries to write something and get published.

Here lies the great drama of Plath, in this search for constant discipline, this goal of publication, vague but tenacious, this effort to reconcile life and art. I am, of course, admiring of this strength and this woman, but where I was looking for the sensitive, I found anger and rancor, sometimes hatred, in the face of this life that is not satisfying. And indeed, how can one reproach anything to intimate writings? They have this very particular shade, of the very true, and yet charm by their tangible and authentic side.

In this abridged journal by Sylvia Plath, what truly stands out to me, just as it does in her other remarkable works, is her writing.

After having delved into a couple of biographies about Sylvia Plath and read The Bell Jar several times, I had a strong desire to hear directly from Sylvia Plath herself.

The journal is a fascinating blend of a writer's and a reader's diary, along with private recordings. What gradually emerges is a complex and multi-faceted picture of an ambitious and highly intelligent woman who is wholeheartedly striving to achieve the things that hold great significance for her. In this journal, Sylvia Plath approaches her depression in a matter-of-fact manner and discusses how she manages it. She is also refreshingly frank about her feelings regarding her health, her expectations of others, the things that irritate her, her longing for motherhood, and the disappointments she experiences when her work is rejected by publishers and magazines.

Throughout the journal, there is thoughtful commentary that effectively bridges the entries. And I particularly like how her last entry has a casual, upbeat, and open-ended note. Whenever I read Sylvia Plath's work, I am always left with the profound sense that what truly mattered to her above all else was her writing. It was her passion, her outlet, and the essence of her being.

Magari evito di dare delle stelline a degli scritti personali e che l’autrice non aveva in mente di pubblicare.

I think this is a valid approach as personal writings that were not intended for publication might have a different nature and quality.

Posso dire che ho sottolineato tantissime frasi, frasi da cui traspare tutta la sofferenza e il mal di vivere di Plath. These underlined phrases truly reflect the deep suffering and the pain of living that Plath endured.

Her words have the power to touch our hearts and make us feel her emotions.

Tuttavia, nonostante queste frasi, che mi hanno dato tanto, il libro nel suo complesso mi ha annoiato parecchio.

Although those phrases were very meaningful to me, the overall book left me rather bored.

Maybe it was the structure or the pacing of the book that didn't quite engage me as much as I had hoped.

Nevertheless, I still appreciate the powerful phrases that Plath wrote and the insights they give into her inner world.

It is difficult to give an opinion on these diaries.

One has the impression of spying on Sylvia Plath's life in an invasive way.

It took me more than two years to finish it.

There is so much pain in her words.

Her diaries seem to lay bare her deepest emotions and struggles, which can be both captivating and disturbing.

On one hand, they offer a unique glimpse into the mind of a brilliant and tormented writer.

On the other hand, reading them can feel almost voyeuristic, as if we are intruding on her most private moments.

Despite this, I found myself unable to put the diaries down, drawn in by Plath's raw and honest writing.

Her words have the power to move and inspire, even as they expose the darkness that lurked within her.

In the end, I am left with a sense of both admiration and sadness for this complex and talented woman.

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Dai diari emerge come Sylvia vivesse nella costante brama della perfezione.

La sua anima tendeva piuttosto ad annientarsi, se tutto non poteva essere esattamente come lo aveva immaginato. Il suo cuore si districò fra la ricerca di un amore totalizzante e il conseguimento del successo personale.

A causa del tempo in cui viveva, ma anche per suo carattere, Sylvia aveva bisogno di ricordare agli altri, e a sé stessa, il primato della realizzazione interiore rispetto al suo ruolo di amante o moglie.

La stessa vicinanza con la creatura eletta poteva insidiare la sua indipendenza creativa, la sua capacità di autodeterminarsi. Era ostaggio di un demone che trasformava la sua ambizione in una richiesta usuraia di eccellenza.

Un demone capace di paralizzarla, a lungo, al primo cenno di insuccesso. Accettare, migliorare, provare, aspettare non le erano concessi. Nei suoi brevi trent'anni di vita, solo vette sublimi o i più oscuri precipizi.

Mi sono lasciata coinvolgere dall'intima e lucida autoanalisi. Tuttavia, la struttura frammentaria, le bozze di idee per i testi o alcune descrizioni, hanno appesantito il ritmo.

Mi aspettavo, erroneamente, un approfondimento del rapporto con Ted e sull'ultimo periodo di vita.

There are readings that completely shatter you and for which words fail. I was intrigued by "The Bell Jar" and by reading extracts from her journals on Twitter, I wanted to know the author behind the story. The Journals bring together the intimate notebooks of Sylvia Plath, collected by her ex-husband Ted Hughes. It should be noted that the French translation does not contain the passages expurgated by her ex, which is often frustrating when one knows that he eliminated the most revealing passages about their couple or her mental state. Nevertheless, I'm not sure Sylvia would have liked to see her intimate journals exposed to the public... The tension between publishing or not publishing is intense and worthy of reflection. I think that if she knew the immense comfort that her writings bring to so many people, she might change her judgment, but she's not here to think about it. What a dizzying thought to think of the muse she has become without even knowing it, while she was struggling against the solitude of the artist and depression.

These journals are read slowly, as they are so dense with introspection. I read the first part of her notebooks eagerly, it was both painful and redemptive to read her questions, her blockages and her introspective knots that I know so well. There are dozens of passages that I would have liked to write (with talent of course), it's dizzying and comforting, even if Sylvia Plath's fate breaks the heart.

While reading her journals, I understood why she was so important in feminist literature: it's the story of the sacrificed female genius, tortured between her artistic ideal and a dull life of solitude. She tries as best she can to tame her "panic bird", hesitates between resolutions and despair, in an oscillation that I found shattering.

I liked the second part less, which focused more on her writing work (analysis of works, sending of manuscripts) and visits from acquaintances. To my great shame, it's this period when she tries to get her head above water that didn't grip me as much... but for the sumptuous introspections at the beginning, this book will forever remain in my heart.

I have been hurrying through the last few pages until I reached the very end. It will be difficult for me to part with her diaries so easily.

She has had a great impact on me.

Now I just want to read those last 30 poems "Ariel" that she wrote in a month, knowing with absolute certainty and without publishing them, that they were the best poems she had ever written in her life and that would make her famous.

Her words seem to dance on the page, filled with emotions and a unique perspective.

I can feel her passion and turmoil as I immerse myself in her work.

Each line is like a window into her soul, allowing me to catch a glimpse of the genius that lay within her.

It is both a privilege and a bittersweet experience to have access to these precious writings.

I know that once I finish reading, a part of me will be forever changed by the beauty and power of her words.

I begin this review by stating that I am against the publication of intimate and personal diaries. This is because the people who use them bring to the surface all their emotions, reveal their deepest and most personal thoughts, and they should never be made available to individuals who perhaps do not appreciate the magnitude they have in their hands. We are talking about leaving the most hidden aspect of someone to the public and it being sold to people who maybe do not have the ability, the sensitivity to understand certain phrases, certain feelings, certain voids (I am obviously referring to this part of subjects aware of the fact that there are many others who are capable).

Personally, I bought this book driven by a thirst for knowledge, egoistically curious to understand the thoughts and emotions of a person who has decided to leave this world.

I found the first part of the book astonishing. I was emotional, I related to it, I understood her unease. But just as it was so easy for me to immerse myself in Plath's reality, it was just as easy to abandon the book after two hundred and forty pages.

This is not because I did not appreciate the content, but because the phrases no longer seemed to have a meaning to me. I could no longer find a connection between the stories and on an emotional level it was becoming too heavy.

Sylvia Plath is a great writer. I really like her style, but the two stars are due not only to the issue of "publication", but also because I was unable to finish it, despite wanting to with all my heart.

Therefore, for anyone who reads this lousy review, I recommend reading a book in which the writer has engaged, indulged, in which she has put energy, and not her diary, because you will only find a soul so sensitive that it struggles to survive.

Not to be overly dramatic, but I truly consider this book as "My Bible." Just as one might open an actual Bible from time to time and read the words that are needed based on personal circumstances, this book holds a special place for me. It is my most annotated book.

Many of her thoughts and emotions, I could understand and relate to on a personal level. She had an amazing ability to articulate them so beautifully.

Also, I have been reading this book since last year. It took me a while to finish because it was not really the easiest book to read. I often found myself saving it for those moments when I needed the comfort of her words.

Each time I pick up this book, it feels like a journey of self-discovery and a source of inspiration. It has become an essential part of my life, guiding me through various situations and helping me to better understand my own emotions and experiences.

I am grateful to have come across this book and will continue to cherish it for years to come.

RIP Sylvia Mia Sorella. In Christ, you would have loved to despair on the private of Twitter. It is truly a sad moment to lose someone. Sylvia Mia Sorella's presence will be deeply missed. Her life was likely filled with various experiences and emotions. Perhaps she had dreams and aspirations that she was working towards. On Twitter, she may have used it as a platform to express herself, share her thoughts, or connect with others. But now, she has left this world. We can only hope that she has found peace in the arms of Christ. May her soul rest in eternal peace.

Fammi essere forte, forte non solo di sonno e di intelligenza, ma anche forte di ossa e fibra. Questa forza sia quella che mi permette di superare ogni difficoltà. Fammi imparare, attraverso questa disperazione così profonda, a distribuirmi in modo efficace. Che io sappia dove e a chi dare, perché ogni gesto di generosità può cambiare le vite delle persone intorno a me. Riempiamo i brevi momenti e le chiacchiere casuali di quell’infuso speciale di devozione e amore che sono le nostre epifanie. Questo è il modo in cui possiamo trovare la luce nella tenebra e non essere amari nel cuore.

Risparmiamelo il finale, quel finale acido citrico aspro che scorre nelle vene delle donne in gamba e sole. Non vogliamo arrivare a quel punto dove tutto sembra finito e senza speranza. Invece, cerchiamo di costruire un futuro migliore, uno in cui la nostra forza e la nostra generosità siano la base di una società più umana e compassionevole.