She sees Plath as "a godless version of Ecclesiastes' Preacher."
There between the third and fourth version of “Sheep in Fog” is the shift that sets Plath floundering and signals her desperation.
Ted Hughes himself never put much store on Plath's short stories.
Plath writes in the kind of third-person interior monologue she often used for her short stories and early fiction.
Yes, I confess that Plath putting her head into the oven, too, was portrayed.
She wasn't as subtle as some, or as striking as Plath, but in a way there's more human stuff there.
Who could not wonder what Plath might have achieved if she had been given even a decade more to write?
By the winter of 1962, living alone, Plath was reusing her own drafts.
To her harshest critics Plath, however brilliant, presents a moral problem.
But there was only a brief description on the label: "Plath Materials . . . hair."