The Ghost of Plath’s Double Exposure

Sylvia Plath is famous for her poetry and for one novel, The Bell Jar, published in the UK in 1963 but not in the US until 1971. Plath did begin another novel. Her husband told us so. In 1977, in the introduction to Johnny Panic and The Bible of Dreams, a collection of Plath’s journals and stories, Ted Hughes wrote that she had “typed some 130 pages of another novel, provisionally titled Double Exposure. That manuscript disappeared somewhere around 1970.”

Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath

We know how the life, if not the novel, ended. In December 1962, after her marriage with Hughes had broken down, Plath moved herself and their children from the family house in Devon back to London. She moved into a flat at 23 Fitzroy Road, a house once occupied by W. B. Yeats. In the early morning of 11 February 1963, Plath put some bread and milk in the bedroom of their children, Frieda and Nicholas, opened their window to let in a small breath of air, then sealed their door with damp cloths. Plath went downstairs and sealed herself similarly in the kitchen. She put her head in the oven, turned on the gas, and killed herself.

During the last months of her life, Plath found her Ariel voice and wrote the poems that confirmed her reputation, including Lady Lazarus, Daddy, and Edge. She also, as she had done since she was a child, kept her journal. One volume of these journals, like the novel, “disappeared“. Another volume was destroyed. Of the disappeared journals, Hughes wrote: “Two more notebooks survived for a while… The last of these contained entries for several months, and I destroyed it because I did not want her children to have to read it… The other disappeared.”

The 1962 notebook and a typescript. Both “disappeared”. What does that mean? As Plath and Hughes were still married at the time of her death, and she died without a will, Hughes became the heir to Plath’s estate, and all her belongings. Over the years, he was often accused of withholding certain papers, just as he had burned the journal.

Ronald Hayman, in The Death and Life of Sylvia Plath, says that Judith Kroll saw an outline of the novel, titled Doubletake and later, Double Exposure. Like so much of Plath’s work, the writing had its origins in biography. Hughes had begun an affair with Assia Wevill while Plath was in Devon, and his infidelity hurt her bitterly. Plath wrote to a friend that the novel was “semi-autobiographical about a wife whose husband turns out to be a deserter and philanderer”.

There are rumours about the disappeared manuscript. It’s been said that Esther Greenwood, the protagonist of Plath’s much-loved novel, The Bell Jar, turns up again in Double Exposure. It’s been said that the rare books department at Smith College in Massachusetts, where Plath studied, has a secret copy of the typescript under seal. Plath’s mother, Aurelia, also claimed that her daughter had told her about the book, while Plath’s husband accused Aurelia (after Aurelia was safely dead) of stealing it: “Her mother said she saw a whole novel, but I never knew about it. What I was aware of was sixty, seventy pages which disappeared. And to tell you the truth, I always assumed her mother took them all.”

Missing Plath novels do turn up occasionally. In 1999, a team working in special collections at Emory University in Georgia, which acquired the library of Ted Hughes, discovered two chapters of an early novel called Falcon Yard. Falcon Yard is the place in Cambridge where, in 1956, Plath met (and, famously, bit) Hughes. The novel would have fictionalised their life together. It was never completed.

The draft of Double Exposure may have been destroyed; it may have been stolen; it may have been lost. It might lie unfound in a university archive. Certainly, some of the files at Emory are closed until 2022, but that is probably to protect the privacy of Carol Hughes, the Poet Laureate’s second wife.

The disappeared typescript was a draft of a novel, not a finished work. Would Sylvia herself wish us to read Double Exposure in its raw state?

She burned many manuscripts. But not this one. Or that missing journal. “Her blacks crackle and drag.”

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2 thoughts on “The Ghost of Plath’s Double Exposure

  1. Wren

    My name is Wren. I am a 46 yr. young woman who has always revered Sylvia Plath. I have read and reread all of her work. I loved the Bell Jar as I too had a similar experience as a youth in a barbaric asylum. No, I am not crazy and neither was Sylvia, despite what many think. I too am a writer who’s life has many similarities to those of Sylvia. I too, have suffered the unbearable heartache of being married to a man I loved completely only to find out after years of marriage that he was being unfaithful.
    Although many people now a days have no clue who she was, I find Sylvia Plath to be one of the most important people to ever have been a writer. Her poetry is unrivaled and has inspired my style and uniqueness of the art. She was one of the first women in poetry to express her darkest emotions, fears and thoughts without shame or inhibition. I admire her bluntness and honesty. I cherish her work, my favorite poems being ” November Graveyard ” and ” Daddy”. I too had non-present father and I can relate to her pain caused by his lack of presence in her life.
    I only wish she hadn’t killed herself over the pain of her husband’s infidelity , as the world needs and hungers for a writer of her caliber. I was not even born when she killed herself, but now that I am a mature woman, I would give anything to sit with her over a cup of tea or perhaps a gin and tonic as she might have preferred and put my arm around her and consoled her over the pain Ted Hughes caused her. I would have told her to not give into the pain , but rather to channel that anger and betrayal into more powerful , expressive poetry. Alas , I will not have a chance to do that as she made a permanent decision to end her suffering. I do however, wonder why the love of her children was not enough to insight endurance of this sometimes hellish life we call existence, but perhaps they reminded her of her philandering husband too much. I can only speculate and that is the saddest thing of all, to lose the chance of ever meeting her and telling her what a difference she made in my life.
    I am a writer. I am a woman. Sylvia Plath made a huge difference in my life and my work. I can only hope she found the relief she was searching for in the afterlife.
    May God bless her soul.
    Renee Morvant (Wren)

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  2. Macanoly V.Q.

    I haven’t read little about Sylvia, but just what I needed. I have been into a para-psychological experience with Sylvia, that I couldn’t tell about, but to publish on http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sylvia-2006/, and subsequently there were another fascinating experiences about somo of her writing, even one of Sylvia Plath unknown is published under her name in my poetry book in Español “Escenas” “You made warmth while I speak and I don’t need my fireplace…” (Sylvia Plath), and some others about. I am glad to be quite honest and truth to her. To preserve her writing, because me, as a writer could take advantage of it. But, I am truly honest to preserve a memory that isn’t mine, a wonderful mind which does not advantage on another one, and does write in her own.

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