Giving Up: The Last Days of Sylvia Plath
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Giving Up is Jillian Becker's intimate account of her brief but extraordinary time with Sylvia Plath during the winter of 1963, the last months of the poet's life. Abandoned by Ted Hughes, Sylvia found companionship and care in the home of Becker and her husband, who helped care for the estranged couple's two small children while Sylvia tried to rest. In clear-eyed recollections unclouded by the intervening decades, Becker describes the events of Sylvia's final days and suicide: her physical and emotional state, her grief over Hughes's infidelity, her mysterious meeting with an unknown companion the night before her suicide, and the harsh aftermath of her funeral. Alongside this tragic conclusion is a beautifully rendered portrait of a friendship between two very different women.
Jillian Becker
Jillian Becker is the author of several novels and works of nonfiction, including The PLO and Hitler’s Children. She lives in England.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is a very short account of Sylvia Plath's last days as witnessed by the author. It's worth reading if you are interested in Sylvia Plath and have read some of the other Plath biographies.
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Giving Up - Jillian Becker
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The Last Days
If events in a writer’s life are worth recording, they should have the virtue of having happened; so I’d better set down my memories of Sylvia Plath while I still have them. I gave some to biographers, but they suppressed the information or distorted it, not only with inaccuracies but also by tailoring it to make a point.
I met her after she and her husband, Ted Hughes, had parted. We quickly became friends but only for the last few months of her life. She was lonely, almost friendless as well as husbandless. The flattering courtiers had departed with the king.
On a freezing Thursday in February 1963 at about two in the afternoon she called me from a pay phone (she had no phone in her apartment) and said only, May I come round with the children?
Half an hour later she arrived at my house on Mountfort Crescent, an ear off Barnsbury Square in Islington.
One of her erstwhile friends was sitting in my study. On seeing her, Sylvia stopped in the doorway, did not greet her or return her smile but turned abruptly to me and asked if she could go and lie down. I led her upstairs to a bedroom. I feel terrible,
she said. The children played with my youngest daughter, Madeleine, who was about the same age as Nick. My other visitor remembered she had to be somewhere and hurried off.
At about four Sylvia came down and told me that she would rather not go home.
She gave me the keys to her apartment and asked me to fetch toothbrushes, nightclothes and such; also a posh
dress, blue with silver thread, and a bag of hair-setting rollers; and two books: a novel called The Ha-Ha by Jennifer Dawson and Escape from Freedom by Erich Fromm.
She had taken a lease on the upper two floors of a house on Fitzroy Road, where the poet W. B. Yeats had lived for a while. There was a blue plaque on its façade commemorating his stay. To Sylvia, the association of the place with him was its chief attraction. Its location was pleasant, Fitzroy Road off Regent’s Park Road, which was lined from end to end—Chalcot Crescent to Gloucester Crescent—with the pads of persons soon to be famous in the arts, television, films, academia, journalism, music, opera, theater, satire, photography—and, for all I know, pop, sport and fashion too: a string of luminaries about to be switched on. When the satirical magazine Private Eye was started as one of the blooms of that efflorescence, it carried a cartoon serial called N.W.1
after the postal district of the road and its offshoots. More wittily than wickedly, it satirized the manners and morals of fashionable-intellectual London, soon to amplify into swinging London.
The Yeats house had once been quite spacious, but its conversion into a two-dwelling building, with a flat on the ground floor and the duplex
apartment above, had made it rather cramped. The way into Sylvia’s sitting room was through the darkish kitchen in which one of those small three or four-ringed gas cookers, with a grill or plate rack hanging over the hob, stood in one corner. The sitting room was the only room of a decent size. It was bright. Its two sash windows, with curtains of red corduroy, overlooked Fitzroy Road. The furnishing was sparse; just a couple of chairs, a bookcase and a rug on the floor, as best I can