Slunk

Slunk
verb (past participle of slink)

to move in a way that does not attract attention especially because you are embarrassed, afraid, or doing something wrong

Source: Merriam-Webster

“I slunk down on the middle of my spine, my nose level with the rim of the window, and watched the houses of outer Boston glide by. As the houses grew more familiar I slunk still lower.”

From: The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath – chapter 10

The understanding of the word “slunk”Ā is fundamental get the sense of shame and embarrassment that is being conveyed. Esther was explaining how she felt diminished by the fact that she hadn’t made the writing course, which wasn’t expected.

Veld

Veld
noun

a grassland especially of southern Africa usually with scattered shrubs or trees
Source: Merriam-Webster

“Travel posters plastered the smoke-dark walls, like so many picture windows overlooking Swiss lakes and Japanese mountains and African velds, and thick, dusty bottle-candles, that seemed for centuries to have wept their colored waxes red over blue over green in a fine, three-dimensional lace, cast a circle of light round each table where the faces floated, flushed and flamelike themselves.”

From: The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath (Chapter 7)

The definition of this word makes it easy for me to understand the scenario that is being described, which is the imagery present in a poster on the wall of the restaurant where Constantin took Esther to.

Dad and Me

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This is probably my favorite photo of all time: dad and I sitting on a lawn, by a lake, feeding black swans. There is something so peaceful about it.

This picture was taken in the countryside of Minas Gerais, a state in the Southeast of Brazil. My parents would take us there every year; maybe even a couple times a year. I remember that it was so exciting when they would tell us that we were going to Minas. I always thought it was funny that we were so excited to leave a city that so many people would love to visit (my hometown is Rio de Janeiro) to go to a small town with not much going on. But look at how beautiful those swans are! We don’t see swans in Rio that often.

I love the way my dad is holding me. He was always so protective of us. And isn’t it great that he actually let me feed the birds? What if they bit me? Would they bite a 2.5 year-old? There are swans at the park near my apartment here in New York. They are white ones, though. I’m too scared to get near them; I heard they attach you if you get too close. Maybe if my dad was here I would feel brave enough to feed these yankee swans? Maybe.

I remember those shoes–I used to love them. I had another pair of the same kind that I used to like even more, but in different colors (gray and blue) and bigger size. I wore the blue ones after they became too small for my feet. I didn’t tell my mom, because I was afraid she was going to make me stop wearing them. She finally realized, of course. Isn’t it a shame children’s feet grow so fast and their shoes go to waste?

My dad passed away two years ago. I’m so very grateful to have to picture to look at every now and then. I don’t have too many pictures of us together, but that kind of makes the ones I have of us even more special.

 

Project #2

Part 1

The first edition, 1963

Perennial Edition, 2000

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The cover of a book has the power of making customers purchase something they normally wouldnā€™t, or it can make them ignore a title they probably would enjoy reading. As a prospect reader walks down the aisle of a bookstore, the cover of a book has normally very limited time to capture someoneā€™s attention. In a sea of different color schemes, materials and shapes, a cover has to have that extra ā€œsomethingā€ to catch peopleā€™s attention. Many books succeed at being picked up by using bright colors and shiny paper, but fail at transmitting the real essence of the title.

Sylvia Plathā€™s ā€œThe Bell Jarā€ certainly isnā€™t a book that can easily be summarized with a cover. The novel portrays the journey of a young lady, Esther, who walks down a rather troubled path in her life. Throughout the story, she deals with different types of disillusion, which lead her to acute depression. At first, one may think she has everything going for her: sheā€™s smart, funny; her professional life seems to be going well. As the story develops, itā€™s clear that Estherā€™s take on life is a rather tortured one. She doesnā€™t seem to be able to enjoy her achievements and canā€™t seem to relate to what is going on around her. Throughout the novel, Esther shares thoughts that support that idea, such as: ā€œThe trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.ā€ (Plath 70) Thatā€™s only one example of how the lack of empathy towards the world is a part of her life. She never seems to find a group she truly fits in and she hasnā€™t been able to acquire long-term friendships either.

ā€œThe Bell Jarā€ was first published in 1963 and, since then, it has featured over 30 different artworks for its cover; and the first edition published has a very interesting one. The cover is composed of a black and white picture of a woman sitting at a desk in what seems to be a bedroom or a home office, as the background. From what can be seen from a lateral view, she rests her elbow on the desk and her hand on the chin. On the foreground, it is possible to see a bell jar, which gives the impression that the woman could be in it. The glass distorts the image of the woman behind it, and it makes her figure look a bit warped. The idea of a bell jar, also present in the title of the novel, is a reference to an analogy that Esther uses several times to describe her feelings: ā€œI would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.ā€(185) This ā€œbell jarā€ symbolizes her struggles in life, which always suffocate her in low self-esteem form and it makes her never feel satisfied with what she achieves. Thatā€™s clear when she says, ā€œI was supposed to be having the time of my life.ā€(2) She acknowledges that she should be happy, but sheā€™s unable to properly feel that way.

In this first editionā€™s cover it is only possible to see her dark silhouette against a well-lit background, which gives the artwork a sinister feel and supports the subject of the novel. Alongside the dark colors of the photograph, the typography follows that same imagery. Both title of the book and name of the author (ā€œVictoria Lucasā€, Plathā€™s penname) are portrayed in a shade of purple. The title of the book appears with a large point-size, all caps and centered at the bottom; and it takes up almost the entire bottom half of the cover. The other typographic addition is the name of the author, up top, with the same purple, but written in cursive typeface, giving it a more delicate motif. The typographic choices add up to the dramatic atmosphere that the story inspires.

Another cover that succeeds at capturing the essence of ā€œThe Bell Jarā€ is the ā€œPerennial Classicsā€ version, from 2000. It also features a woman in a black and white photograph. This time, the woman is outdoors in what seems to be a backyard. She is wearing a white dress, against a dark background formed by trees. That brings up an element that played an important role in the novel: the fig tree reference.

ā€œI saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.ā€(77)

That is a very important, since it touches a major issue for Estherā€”the lack of assuredness in her life. She is an intelligent woman who would easily be able to follow a successful career path based on her academic records, but isnā€™t able to do so due to insecurities and, again, the lack of self-esteem. This ā€œPerennial Classicsā€ cover speaks to that as it has the face of the woman blurred out, as a way of conveying lack of identity, something Esther deals with. She canā€™t decide what she wants for her future and isnā€™t able to make crucial life decisions, which frustrates her even further.

This artwork also features purple typeface for the title of the book, but itā€™s in a lighter tone compared to the first edition, which makes it look more girly and adds to the innocent feel that the whiteā€”and somewhat shortā€”dress also suggests. The name of the author (this time her real one) is written in white lower-case letters; also suggesting a soothing and young theme.

The fact that the woman appears in the back of the photo, reading as some distance from the foreground, and the way sheā€™s pictured alone, play with the concept of solitude and indecisiveness once again. Hereā€™s a quote from the novel that supports that thought: ā€œThe same thing happened over and over: I would catch sight of some flawless man in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldnā€™t do at all.ā€(83)Ā Just like in this quote, the woman in the picture looks almost lost, looking for something or someone; but at the same time she doesnā€™t look like sheā€™s about to go anywhere. Esther feels that way in many different moments, such as in this following one: ā€œWhen they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know.ā€(101) She didnā€™t even know who she was, or what she wanted to beā€”let alone which direction she wanted her life to take; and this version of the book cover dialogs with that idea.

Both covers here discussedā€”the first edition and the ā€œPerennial Classicsā€ versionā€”do a great job conveying the main points of the novel. The first one dabbles more deeply with the gloomy aspect of depression, by portraying the woman in a distorted way and in dark colors. This cover also features a more obvious reference to the bell jar, having the actual object as part of the artwork. The ā€œPerennial Classicsā€ cover is subtler in its references, leaving more to be further analyzed. This latter one focuses more on the lack of self-identity Esther struggled with throughout the novelā€”hence the womanā€™s blurred face, just standing still in a garden. The imagery of this cover is a more youthful one, as it brings up the notion of Estherā€™s unpreparedness to deal with lifeā€™s challenges.

Itā€™s hard to decide which one has more efficient results. The two covers have similarities: both have black and white photographs, feature a woman, have purple typography, and play with light/dark. Itā€™s interesting to see that they were made 37 years apart and yet have a lot in common. Itā€™s left to be wondered of the first edition had its cover design authorized by the author, since she was still alive when it was published. It summarizes the idea of the novel very well, and so does the ā€œPerennial Classicsā€ version.

Not all of the various cover designs for ā€œThe Bell Jarā€ had such positive outcomes. Many missed the point in portraying the Esther Greenwoodā€™s gloomy personality and her hardships in life. Itā€™s hard to imagine how an artwork featuring bright colors and festive typography can be faithful to a story that narrates the experiences of a woman dealing with depression. With a few exceptions, almost all cover options have, rightfully, dimmed colors and a serious approach.

As mentioned before, ā€œThe Bell Jarā€ isnā€™t an easy novel to be translated into a book cover, but the two ones here analyzed perform the job really well. Whoever sees these artworks are able to at least have an idea of what the novel is about, and thatā€™s exactly what you want from a book cover.

 

Ā Part 2

My cover

My cover

For the creation of my own cover, I used two major references in the novel: the bell jar and the fig tree metaphors. The first one appears in various moments of the story and it symbolizes Esther’s fears, frustrations and pain. She feels trapped inside this bell jar that keeps her from enjoying life. ā€œTo the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.ā€(237) She is talking about herself, who suffers from depression and can’t seem to be able to enjoy life.

The other reference, with the figs, is an allusion to the many different goals she wants to achieve, but doesn’t think she will. She says: “I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because IĀ couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every oneĀ of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide,Ā the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at myĀ feet.”(77) Esther has so many possible ways to succeed in life, and yet she’s overwhelmed and can’t follow any plan in depth.

The cover was put together with the thought of having the figs trapped inside the bell jar, representing two main ideas:
– The figs, or her dreams, were there within reachable distance and she could get them if she wanted, but something was keeping her from doing so: depression.
– Her goals, or her expectations in life, were also suffocating her, just like the bell jar.

I went with that typographic choice because it’s delicate and dark, just like Esther’s mind. I distorted the figs to give them the same gloomy feel Esther describes in the story. I made them look darker so it seems like they’re going bad and Esther is running out of time to eat them, translating into the nerve-wrecking scenario she’s living in.

Esther’s Voice: Feminist Manifesto

Women are brave. Women are visceral. Women now support families on their own. Gone is the time when men were a necessity in a householdā€”they may be desired, but they are not fundamental. Not anymore.

Women out there: be independent. Itā€™s not easy, itā€™s true; but that cannot keep you from trying. It should be natural, the daily struggle. Both proving to yourself you can have control over your finances, and going after your dreams should happen seamlessly. What other option do you have? Depending on them? Men? No.

Be patient.

Women donā€™t have quite the same social rights as men. Women donā€™t make the same money as men. Women donā€™t receive the same praise as men.

But be patient.

Donā€™t forget: women should have control over their lives. No oneā€™s to say what they should or shouldnā€™t do, or how they should behave. Women have to be ladylike? Veto.

Yes, people want love. A woman may want to find a man to call her own. She should not trust him blindly, though. She canā€™t give him all sheā€™s gotā€”donā€™t be a fool. She should find someone who treasures her. She should pursue love with a person who sees who she is and appreciates her for that.

Be careful. Women of this world, chances are: the right sweetheart for you is not the first one who crosses your wayā€”possibly not even the second one. Take your time to analyze the situation. Get to know the other person, butā€”most importantlyā€”get to know YOURSELF. Donā€™t give your heart away just so youā€™re not alone anymore: itā€™s not worth it. Trust me; it is not worth it.

Work. Work hard. Have a life plan. Have dreamsā€”they will keep you going when things get rough. Things will eventually get out of hand, but donā€™t forget:

You, woman, are brave. You, woman, are visceral. You, woman, can do itā€”all of it.

——

Manifesto Justification

The manifesto was written with the imagined voice Esther, from Intimate Apparel by Lynn Nottage, would have after the story was finished being told. In the play, the main character went through some life-changing episodes that made her revise previous decisions in her journey. The story starts out with Esther being a 35-year-old African American woman who is single and sews undergarments for other women for a living. It takes place in 1905 New York City, where race is a bigger segregation factor than nowadays.

Just for the fact that she is a woman of color supporting herself in the big city, it is possible to see that Esther is a strong person. After a while, she is contemplated with a man sending letters to herā€”he is a stranger. Even being illiterate, Esther finds a way of communicating with that man for months, until she decides to marry him. She first meets her soon-to-be husband on the day they get married. From that moment on, she is faced with regrets.

The letters’ cursive led Esther into thinking he would be something he wasn’t, while he didn’t even write themā€”he was also illiterate. After that, she discovers he cheated on her. He also deceives her into giving him all the money she had saved throughout almost two decades. Here’s a part of the manifesto that is inspired on this Esther’s experience: “Be careful. Women of this world, chances are: the right sweetheart for you is not the first one who crosses your wayā€”possibly not even the second one. Take your time to analyze the situation. Get to know the other person, butā€”most importantlyā€”get to know YOURSELF. Donā€™t give your heart away just so youā€™re not alone anymore: itā€™s not worth it. Trust me; it is not worth it.” This may sound jaded, and maybe it is, but Esther had to create an armor around her heart to protect her.

The manifestoĀ contains statements and pieces of advice Esther would give to other women. The end of “Intimate Apparel” portrays Esther leaving her husband and moving on with her life. She knows she doesn’t need a man. She may want one, but she doesn’t need one, as exemplified on the manifesto: “Gone is the time when men were a necessity in a householdā€”they may be desired, but they are not fundamental. Not anymore.”

The manifesto ends with a positive tone, reminding other women that they are capable of achieving their goals: “You, woman, are brave. You, woman, are visceral. You, woman, can do itā€”all of it.” That’s what she gets from her experience of being in an abusing marriage: she’s still strong and capable of going on with her life.

Amazon Prime for Students

Hi guys! For those of us who still haven’t got the textbook, Amazon Prime for students is a good choice. I was telling some of you on Thursday about how I got it for free for 6 months, but they apparently just stopped offering the deal. We can still get Amazon Prime for half of the price ($39/year instead of $79/year) for being in school. I still think it’s a good deal, since it gets you free 2-day delivery for millions of items, including used ones. I bought a used version of our textbook for $15 with free delivery last Friday and got it on Sunday.

I swear I don’t have any affiliation with Amazon!

Quicksand: Solitude (SPOILER)

From the first paragraph, Quicksand by Nella Larsen inspires the feeling of solitude. The way the setting is described and the fact that there’s a lack of other people around the main character, Helga Crane, create a feeling of emptiness and darkness. It’s possible to understand that Helga gets comfort from that lonely setup, where she isolates herself from the outside world, as described here: “It was a comfortable room, furnished with rare and intensely personal taste, flooded with Southern sun in the day, but shadowy just then with the drawn curtains and single shaded light. Large, too.” (362) Even while describing something dear to Helga, her room, the narrator goes on to explain how Crane was unhappy.

The main character is not pleased with her job, where she feels she doesn’t fit in well. That develops into a greater journey of self-acceptance where she tries to find a place to call home. She later decides to move to different places, trying to settle down somewhere. Her struggle, thought, is within herself. Her race and her background seem to always play a castrating role in her life, very clear in the following passage: “You see, I couldn’t marry a white man. I simply couldn’t. It isn’t just you, not just personal, you understand. It’s deeper, broader than that. It’s racial. Someday maybe you’ll be glad. We can’t tell, you know; if we were married, you might come to be ashamed of me, to hate me, to hate all dark people. My mother did that.” (415) She just can’t accept that she is anything beyond skin color. Her pain is way too deep.

Intimate Apparel

Everybody wants to love and be loved; so much so that one sometimes may invent love. IntimateĀ Apparel, by Lynn Nottage, is all about projecting feelings. That’s what happened to Esther, who convinced herself to marry a man she had never met before. If I had to summarize the play in one short passage, I would use Mrs. Van Buren line that says “I recall being in love with the notion of love.”

If the play had been a Disney production, Esther and George’s story would have had a happy ending. Nottage’s take is a more realistic one. Once the Armstrong couple started living as husband and wife, Esther saw that the image she had created of her spouse did not mirror reality. He was not the gentleman his letters’ cursive persuaded her into thinking he would be. She took snippets of what had been given and created a George of her own. How could she not be disappointed?

Aside from not being what Esther though her husband would be, he was the opposite to what she was hoping. She was Virginia Woolf’s “Angel in the room” for long enough to have George take advantage of her various times. She was, though, able to take action and leave him — being the exception to the rule of married women of the time (early 1900s).

Even nowadays it is possible to see men and women make the same mistake: to marry someone just because they feel they have to. Projections and expectations may blind a person into marrying somebody for the sake of not being alone. If asked, Esther would probably say you’re better off sewing undergarments.

Gay

Gay
adjective

Definition:
– sexually attracted to someone who is the same sex
– of, relating to, or used by homosexuals
– happy and excited : cheerful and lively

Found in:
“Miss Furr and Miss Skeene” by Gertrude Stein

The word “gay” is widely used throughout the text (136 times, to be more exact). Back when it was written, in 1925, the word in question had exclusively the connotation of “happy and excited : cheerful and lively”. Many people attribute Stein’s work for having baptized the term with the meaning “homosexual”, as we are used to nowadays, due to the homoerotic-charged feel of the essay.

That reminds me of theĀ 1943 Busby Berkeley Technicolor Musical, “The Gang’s All Here” starring (my idol) Carmen Miranda. Below, you can see a clip from the movie where she says “gay” several times. Almost 20 years after “Miss Furr and Miss Skeene”Ā was written, the word is still mentioned without its most current meaning (or is it?). She says: “Some people say I dress too gay/ but everyday I feel so gay/ and when I’m gay I dress that way/ something wrong with that?/ No!”

The Yellow Wall-Paper: Horror Story

  • According to one examination of ā€œThe Yellow Wall-Paperā€ and its publication history, the story did remain in print in between its reprint in 1920 and its feminist re-discovery in the 1970sā€“in horror story collections. In what ways do you see ā€œThe Yellow Wall-Paperā€ as a horror story? Include specific references to the text to support your claims.

I believe the most terrifying type of horror movie isn’t the one with monsters, aliens or a lot of blood; it’s the one with a character who loses his/her mind. That is perhaps because I do have the fear of losing control over my conscious one day. The main character in “The Yellow Wall-Paper” goes through some hallucinogenic situations– which later in the piece become more evident– Ā that I have no doubt could be featured in a horror story. Examples are “I think that woman gets out in the daytime!Ā And I’ll tell you why–privately–I’ve seen her!Ā I can see her out of every one of my windows!”;Ā “I don’t like toĀ lookĀ out of the windows even– there are so many of those creeping women, and they creep so fast.”; ”Ā I’ve got a rope up here that even Jennie did not find. If that woman does get out, and tries to get away, I can tie her!”. She narrates her experience dealing with women who come out of the wall-paper in her room.

Also, the setting is terrifying: windows with bars, decadent state of walls, bed nailed down to the floor. Interesting is how the main character doesn’t seem to mind it that much, and focuses on the wall-paper as a form of escapism.