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...1960s to the mid-1970s were the heyday of the crazy-girl book: books by and about young women who lost their minds. Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar, Joanne Greenberg's haunting I Never Promised You a Rose Garden, Go Ask Alice, Sybil. There were books about crazy boys too, of course, such as Mark Vonnegut's The Eden Express. But that's just boys. Everybody knows they're crazy. There was something disturbingly, voyeuristically hypnotic about those hippie Ophelias--electrode paste on their temples beneath their center-parted hair, Jefferson Airplane on the sound track, psychedelic chaos...
...inception not to "open its pages to those whose only merits lie in their anguish, their fervor, and their experimentation," is not the biggest nor the most prestigious of the literary-periodical set, but it has nurtured the early careers of such now familiar names as W.S. Merwin, Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton and Wallace Stevens. And it has the distinction of having chosen a title that doesn't sound nearly as quaint as those of the other new magazines Time wrote about that week: Tiger's Eye, Masses & Mainstream, Instead and even that bible of the Beat Generation, Neurotica...
...SYLVIA PLATH...
...much involved in the next book really—because the production of the book takes a bit of time. So you’re already in your next book. I was already in the midst of a book about Robert Lowell, [Anne] Sexton, and [Sylvia] Plath. THC: How was it to be Robert Lowell’s protégé and work with Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath? KS: I came to Boston on this wonderful fellowship to study with [Robert Lowell] and he didn’t know what to do with me because...
...sliding away in the receding surf. So in the end, there's no center to take things in and process them and view the world. That was the first kind of scary, weird thing. Even more alarming, when I was 16 or 17, I suddenly, having just read Sylvia Plath and identifying with her, got up in the middle of the day [at school] and started walking home several miles away, something I'd never done before. I was a good girl - I never skipped school. And as I was walking, the houses got very ominous and foreboding...