Literature and Sylvia Plath It is not tropics of social norms or ethics. No matter a nightmare or a heaven it is, just be faithful to what you desire and build up another internal space out of the routine world by written works. It is literature in creativity. There is no ruler to measure absolute right and wrong. This is the viewpoint out form my heart. Of course, I cannot say I understand fully if all famous authors would have similar minds. But vice versa, I perceive a bit more what literature is from them, especially some super idols that I regard. Sylvia Plath is a great American poet, novelist and short story writer I admire so much. Whether in this world many readers having akin feelings like me? Or even million of others are not interested about hearing her name? Well, I can’t ensure. Suppose there must be in different opinions from different people. For me again, I know I somehow being obsessed by “the bell jar” she was describing in her only novel, as well as some poetic sentences inserted artfully. And by recollection, a scene is still vivid -A dead little body of baby dampened and trapped in a bell jar with preservative. It is hard to believe a female writer can be so stark to depict such awful scene. It is impressive that, Esther, the main charter in the novel, who was written to be trapped gradually under her depression of living like an invisible bell jar is a reflection of the author. She was sent to mental hospital and forced to accept electroshock treatments according to the novel book. Even so, no one would doubt about her literature reputation or her artworks’ values. Perhaps it is a bit ironic result that Plath had eventually sunk into her gloomy words and committed suicide in final. Literature sometimes seems not to be a mirror for social or functional values, I think.