Plath's Life
If Betty Friedan is the critic of the feminine mystique,
Plath is perhaps its poet—and I’d like “its poet” here to suggest both the
extent to which Plath belonged to the
set of sociocultural pressures described by Friedan, and the extent to which,
as a maker or shaper of culture, a poet, she took possession of those pressures
and, no less critically than Friedan, reshaped
them in her art.
The parallel between Plath and Friedan isn’t just
adventitious. Both were from a young age prodigiously gifted and ambitious
students, and both attended the Smith College that Friedan rather harrowingly
describes as a place where all too many brilliant female minds ended up being
squeezed into the circumference of an engagement ring and all that that
signified for a woman at the time. Friedan graduated from Smith in 1942; Plath attended
from 1950 to 1955.
Plath took an extra semester to graduate because her time at
Smith was interrupted by hospitalization following a suicide attempt in the
summer of 1953 (she alludes to this in “Daddy” –“At twenty I tried to die”).
After her graduation, she won a Fulbright Scholarship and went to Newnham
College in Cambridge, England—the women’s college that Woolf refers to in Room—to study poetry. There, she met Ted
Hughes, a Cambridge graduate and, like herself, an aspiring (and already quite
accomplished) poet. They married in 1956.
Plath’s relationship with Hughes seems to have brought about
as much happiness and as much suffering for her as any love can. They spent a
few happy, early years teaching and writing in Massachusetts and then in
England; in 1960, the same year that Plath published her first collection of poems, The Colossus, she and
Hughes had their first child, a daughter. A miscarriage the next year was
followed by the birth of a son in 1962. Later that year, Hughes began having an
affair, and he and Plath separated, though they remained in contact. (Plath's daughter, in her introduction to the restored version of Ariel (2004), recalls that during much of the separation Hughes "visited us...almost daily, often babysitting when my mother needed time for herself"). Plath was now alone with two small children, and wrote some of her
greatest poems during this period. In early 1963, she killed herself by
shutting herself in a sealed room with the gas on. Still legally her husband,
Hughes inherited control of her literary estate; he edited and saw into
publication her final book of poems, Ariel,
and (in 1981) her Collected Poems,
which won the Pulitzer Prize.
Plath and Hughes in 1956 |
Jacqueline Rose: Fantasy and Intention in Plath's Writing
Before writing on Plath, Jacqueline Rose was already a
prominent feminist scholar for writings on psychoanalysis; along with Juliet
Mitchell, she played a crucial role in making pyschoanalysis newly and
plausibly available to English-speaking feminists after its early rejection by
many prominent second-wave writers.
Rose’s work on Plath brought her, after an initially
amicable relationship, into conflict with Ted Hughes and his sister, who
remained in control of Plath’s literary estate. (This is what she recounts in
the introduction to her book). The point of contention between them was the
extent to which Rose’s psychoanalytic readings of Plath’s poetry and fiction
made claims about the sorts of desires shaping these texts that Hughes found
biographically implausible, even insulting. Rose’s reading of female sexualty
in “The Rabbit Catcher” was central to this conflict.
There are both literary and ethical issues at stake in the
argument between Rose and Hughes. As Rose notes (end of page 10), her book on
Plath intervenes in a long-standing debate among literary critics and theorists
about the role that an author’s intentions and biography should play in the
interpretation of works.
A backlash against biographical criticism at midcentury,
most forcefully articulated in “The Intentional Fallacy” by William Wimsatt and
Monroe Beardsley (N 1232-46), had made it common sense for literary critics to ground their
interpretations in the text and only the text, without regard for the author’s
intentions (and without any claim to characterize them). This orthodoxy both
suited and clashed with psychoanalytic readings like Rose’s, which on the one
hand pays exquisite attention to the biographical context of Plath’s poems, but
on the other hand is in no way constrained by that context in its interpretive
claims.
Rose shares with Freud and with Sedgwick a conviction that it is sometimes possible to know a person differently, perhaps more fully, than she knows herself. This is true in Sedgwick's reading of (May's reading of) Marcher:
To speak less equivocally from my own eros and experience, there is a particular relation to truth and authority that a mapping of male homosexual panic offers to a woman in the emotional vicinity. The fact that male heterosexual entitlement in (at least modern Anglo-American) culture depends on a perfected but always friable [i.e. breakable, fragile] self-ignorance in men as to the significance of their desire for other men means that it is always open to women to know something that it is much more dangerous for any nonhomosexual-identified man to know. The ground of May Bartram and John Marcher's relationship is from the first that she has the advantage of him cognitively: she remembers, as he does not, where and when and with whom they have met before, and most of all she remembers his "secret" from a decade ago while he forgets having told it to her. ... As their relationship continues, the sense of power and of a marked, rather free-floating irony about May Bartram becomes stronger and stronger... Both the care and the creativity of her investment in him, the imaginative reach of her fostering his homosexual potential as a route back to his truer perception of herself, are forms of gender-political resilience in her as well as love. They are forms of excitement, too, of real though insufficient power, and of pleasure. (209-10, my italics)We've seen some of the ethical perils of this sort of "cognitive advantage" in Freud's relationship to Dora. In Sedgwick, we can perhaps see the potential ethical value in such advantage. Yet this potential coexists uneasily with another value that Sedgwick would be the first to recognize, that of honoring a person's account of her own sexuality.
"The Rabbit Catcher"
"I tasted the malignity of the gorse / Its black spines / The extreme unction of its yellow candle-flowers." |
Rose is also, of course, reading Plath against the grain of feminist scholars who might wish to emphasize a single identity in Plath's writing at the expense of others: the apolitical rather than the political, the victim of patriarchy rather than the male-identified aggressor. (One feminist claim about "The Rabbit Catcher," for example, is that Hughes excluded it from Ariel precisely because it identified him as the aggressor, as the rabbit hunter). How, then, does Rose wish us to understand Plath's fantasized identity in a poem like "The Rabbit Catcher"? (It will help to follow quite closely through chapter 4 her use of the word "protest" in thinking this through; what different protests are at issue here--what different things are being protested against?)
"Daddy"
Plath's father, Otto, born in a German-speaking family near the Polish-German border, came to the US in 1901 and eventually became a professor at Boston University; he died when Plath was eight, in 1940, leaving her mother to raise Sylvia and her younger brother alone. Otto Plath wasn't in any literal way a Nazi (nor was Sylvia Jewish), but his German origins are mapped in this poem onto an imaginary structured by the Holocaust. (Sylvia began studying German at different times in her life, but never fully learned the language; see Barbara Johnson's brilliant Mother Tongues on Plath's struggle with this paternal language).
A collage made by Plath in 1960. Rose discusses it in on page 9. |
Hughes did include "Daddy" in Ariel, and this in spite of the fact that those who knew Plath would recognize that the imposing, authoritarian father-figure of the poem had in many ways more to do with Hughes than with Otto Plath. (Sylvia was quite aware of psychoanalysis, and writes with the full awareness that the 'daddy' of the poem is a kind of Oedipal father-lover).
"Daddy," for obvious reasons, gained some currency as a poetic critique of patriarchy--Gayle Rubin even uses lines from it as section headings in "The Traffic in Women"--but we should look carefully at just _what_ that critique of patriarchy is, and at how to understand the relation in the poem between the personal and the historical, mediated by what Rose calls "fantasy." I'm eager to hear your thoughts and questions about it -- feel free to write about whatever interests or puzzles you in the comments.
I'll end here by glossing a few of the German phrases and other allusions in "Daddy":
Line
13 Nauset: a beach on the coast of Cape Cod
15 Ach, du: ah, you (German)
16 the Polish town: Otto Plath was born in Grabow
27 Ich: I (German)
33 Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen: sites of Nazi concentration camps for the mass-murder of Jews
42 Luftwaffe: air force (German)
45 Panzer: a tank
55-6 the black man who / Bit my pretty red heart in two: the biographical reference here is to Hughes
57 I was ten when they buried you: Plath was eight when Otto died in 1940; not sure about disparity
58 At twenty I tried to die: at age twenty, Sylvia overdosed on sleeping pills and hid in the crawl
space beneath her mother's house, where she was eventually found still alive.
65 Meinkampf: My struggle (German), the title of Hitler's autobiographical manifesto
Postscript
Some follow-up to our discussion of "The Rabbit-Catcher" on Friday, by way of moving us towards a discussion of "Daddy" for next Wednesday (when we'll also look at Bersani, Nunukawa, and Gunn):
I want to take up the good sense, to begin with, of Amanda M's question (below) about how Rose gets to questions of "sexual oppression" from the first stanza; I'm a bit worried that we (or, I) rather leaped over the fundamental interest of that good question on Friday in talking about the _kind_ of sexual interest that Rose takes in these lines, which concerns the multiple directions (and emphatically _not_ just the "single" direction) of "force" in that stanza.
The prior question, though, is about why this stanza should be taken as sexual at all -- aren't we just looking at a natural landscape, a sea and some wind? It's important to concede, first, that nothing in the stanza warrants a sexualized reading. Rose's reading of the first stanza presumes, I think, a reading of the poem as a whole; it's only after we're aware of the more explicit sexual suggestions of the later stanzas -- "birth pangs," "little deaths," "sweethearts," "They excited him" -- that it makes sense to understand the "force" in the poem's first stanza as sexually tinged.
Even then, this sort of making sense may seem odd. Yet if Rose's procedure here is particularly important for reading a lyric poem, it's also important for reading _any_ text. The procedure can be described as a "hermeneutic [i.e., interpretive] circle" -- that is, a process of rereading in which, once we're conscious of the text as a whole, that knowledge of the whole is brought to bear on the individual parts of a text. (The term "hermeneutic circle" comes from the philosopher Hans-Georg Gadamer's Truth and Method). Understanding any part of a text depends on understanding the text as a whole, and so a true reading of a poem like "The Rabbit Catcher" is fundamentally a rereading, a reading undertaken with a knowledge of the poem as a whole. The good sense of thinking about rading in this way lies, partly, in its fidelity to the way a writer works, which is with a (perhaps partial) foreknowledge of the shape of a complete text that informs each developing part of that text. In other words, when Plath begins writing a poem like "The Rabbit Catcher," she knows, even as she describes the quite asexual landscape of the first stanza, that it's going to be a poem about the relationship between a man and a woman, between herself and Hughes -- or, even if she doesn't know that when she begins composing, she'll wish to craft the text as a unified whole, one whose beginning anticipates its ending, and will revise it accordingly once she figures out what meanings are most central to it.
So, how does Rose get to "sexual oppression" from the first stanza? She doesn't -- nothing in that stanza clearly invites such an interpretation. She reads the "force" of that stanza in sexual terms only after having considered the poem as a whole.
I thought Plath's poem "Daddy," was very interesting to read. I can see why some critics didn't find the Holocaust metaphor entirely favorable, but I would say that I agree with Rose that it is a unique concept. In "The Haunting of Sylvia Plath," Rose writes about how Plath uses the Holocaust in her poem: "She is evoking that piece of collective memory which it is hardest for the culture to recall, hardest for those who did not live through it, hardest often--as their own testimony suggests--for those who did. Finding its way back into memory, it then appears like the return of the repressed--a fragment of the cultural unconscious that will not go away" (8). I think this quote--as much as my knowledge allows--captures the great emotional depth and struggle behind the poem and the Holocaust, and how tragic events can find themselves morphing into society's consciousness.
ReplyDeleteI also found another passage quite interesting. On page 4, Rose writes, "The question remains of the relationship which holds between the writing and the life (expression, denial, compensation, to suggest just three). Writing may be a revelation of character, it may even be a form of madness, but for the one who writes, it can equally be a way of staying sane." Is this how writing functioned for Plath? As a means of staying sane? That certainly fits into how many writes have talked about their writing. It would be interesting to discuss this and the above passage in class, and go over "Daddy" together as a group.
I found this reading difficult. I don't know why but I was struggling with understanding the basic ideas and arguments. I feel like Rose was questioning Plath's sexual identity in that Rose was concerned about the point of view Plath was writing from. She seemed to be writing about women from a male perspective. Plath mentions that she does not like being a girl in her journals. She sees herself as part man. Is it this part of her that is writing about women in a sexual way? Does Rose think that that may make her a lesbian or bisexual? It makes sense to take on a sort of male persona because she discusses how it would be easier to write as man (118).
ReplyDeleteI liked the line "recognising the place of masculinity in female fantasy, stops us from being able to locate that masculinity is in men alone" (135). Masculinity is not just in men and maybe one way it is in women is in fantasy or trying to see things through male eyes.
I understand some of the interpretations of the poem but not all of them. I don't always understand how she found certain meanings like in the first stanza about the ocean and sexual oppression.
Maybe I'm just sleep deprived, but I had trouble following the reading as well. So, I'll just talk about some of my own observations on "The Rabbit Catcher." It's a really interesting poem. I believe Rose says that it is about Plath's troubled relationship with her husband, and I can see how there could be a connection. The overall tone of the poem feels very distressing, like she feels trapped or helpless with nowhere to go. The phrase "spreading like oil" makes me think of the spread of some kind of corruption, a stain on their relationship, like an oil spill in the ocean. The lines "Set close, like birth pains,/The absence of shrieks/Made a hole in the hot day, a vacancy" could also possibly be a reference to her miscarriage. The last stanza, especially, emphasizes on how she feels trapped: "The constriction killing me also."
ReplyDeleteSo I'm writing this a week late, after having taken my special West Nile Virus mix of cough syrup + codeine (all completely legal, prescribed by health services in my time of great difficulty). I've been up for 21 hours fueled by pizza, coffee, and a nebulizer, so forgive me if this isn't as eloquent as it could be.
ReplyDeleteSylvia Plath is one of the most intriguing poets I have ever read. I have only read a few poems by her--those that we have covered in class (along with Daddy once before while I was at Eastern Connecticut State University), and Mirror, which I read with an AP English class that I was observing for one of my education courses--but I find her style of writing and subject matter extremely interesting. You can tell that she is a woman that went through many painful experiences just through her diction and the way that she writes... her poetry is haunting, yet beautiful.
I can absolutely see why many scholars, especially those of the feminist variety, would be baffled by Plath's writing, and unsure what to make of it. I am thinking, specifically, of the diary entries we read in class, as well as some of the lines in The Rabbit Catcher. She makes sexual references in her poetry that we do not think of as at all conventionally poetic--they seem painful, frightening, yet are clearly at least somewhat wanted. I guess the best way to explain her poetry is that it is both sadistic and masochistic.
It is so easy to condemn Plath's relationship and the way that she writes about it as being abusive, or cruel. However, I think that it is incredibly honest. I feel that love and hate are too often paired as opposites, when in reality they are really just extensions of the same continuum. Plath clearly loved her husband, but also had a deep seeded hatred for him, all connected through her poetry, a continuum of obsession.