I'm reading a book by Sylvia Plath, Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams. Ms Plath was a brilliant yet troubled author beleaguered by internal turmoil. She was a complicated person not easily understood. Reading her biography helped me comprehend what went into her writing.
I love complicated people because they possess traits few people would not understand or admit to. A tragic figure? Maybe. Her poetry is poignant and angry. Her short stories and prose reveal her own frailties of insecurity, madness, and the depths in which the mind and spirit can travel.
I have a book of Sylvia Plath's journals. William Shakespeare is the only writer I knew less about after reading his works. Ms. Plath isn't to that degree but she is in the conversation.
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