“I’ve always seen you, angel. From the moment you found me, I’ve seen nothing but you.”

“It shouldn't have to be said, " Arash went on, "but when confronted by crazy, Do Not Engage.”

"This isn't Pretty Woman, Russ. The girl from the wrong side of the tracks doesn't always end up with the millionaire."


"You did not just compare yourself to a prostitute."


"Cinderella, then. That better?"

Biographers have misconstrued Plath, becoming fixated on her psychological problems, on what Ted Hughes did to her--and on one another...In truth, Plath wanted to be wholly known. Hughes was astonished to learn that his wife had entrusted his love letters to her mother. But Aurelia Plath was not surprised, having raised nothing less than a primordial child of time, a woman who wrote for the ages and was unconcerned about her husband's petty notions of privacy.

Plath needs a new biography, one that recognizes her overwhelming desire to by a cynosure, a guiding force and focal point for modern women and men. The pressures on a woman who sees herself in such megalomaniacal terms were enormous, and understanding such pressures and her responses to them yields a fresh and startling perspective that makes Plath's writing, her marriage, and her suicide finally understandable in terms of the way we live now.

Unlike other writers of her generation, Plath realized that the worlds of high art and popular culture were converging.

I am, I am, I am.