The Bell Jar in English

Episodes

• Chapter Twenty 30.03.2025 14m

  Chapter Twenty A fresh fall of snow blanketed the asylum grounds—not a Christmas sprinkle, but a man-high January deluge, the sort that snuffs out schools and offices and churches, and leaves, for a day or more, a pure, blank sheet in place of memo pads, date books and calendars.
• Chapter Nineteen 29.03.2025 13m

  Chapter Nineteen 'I'm going to be a psychiatrist.' Joan spoke with her usual breathy enthusiasm. We were drinking apple cider in the Belsize lounge.
• Chapter Eighteen 28.03.2025 16m

  Chapter Eighteen 'Esther.' I woke out of a deep, drenched sleep, and the first thing I saw was Doctor Nolan's face swimming in front of me and saying, 'Esther, Esther.'
• Chapter Seventeen 27.03.2025 10m

  Chapter Seventeen 'You're a lucky girl today.' The young nurse cleared my breakfast tray away and left me wrapped in my white blanket like a passenger taking the sea air on the deck of a ship.
• Chapter Sixteen 26.03.2025 9m

  Chapter Sixteen Joan's room, with its closet and bureau and table and chair and white blanket with the big blue C on it, was a mirror image of my own.
• Chapter Fifteen 25.03.2025 14m

  Chapter Fifteen Philomena Guinea's black Cadillac eased through the tight, five o'clock traffic like a ceremonial car.
• Chapter Fourteen 24.03.2025 12m

  Chapter Fourteen It was completely dark. I felt the darkness, but nothing else, and my head rose, feeling it, like the head of a worm. Someone was moaning. Then a great, hard weight smashed against my cheek like a stone wall and the moaning stopped.
• Chapter Twelve 22.03.2025 13m

  Chapter Twelve Doctor Gordon's private hospital crowned a grassy rise at the end of a long, secluded drive that had been whitened with broken quahog shells.
• Chapter Eleven 21.03.2025 12m

  Chapter Eleven Doctor Gordon's waiting-room was hushed and beige. The walls were beige, and the carpets were beige, and the upholstered chairs and sofas were beige.
• Chapter Nine 19.03.2025 11m

  Chapter Nine 'I'm so glad they're going to die.' Hilda arched her cat-limbs in a yawn, buried her head in her arms on the conference table and went back to sleep. A wisp of bilious green straw perched on her brow like a tropical bird.
• Chapter Eight 18.03.2025 11m

  Chapter Eight Mr Willard drove me up to the Adirondacks. It was the day after Christmas and a grey sky bellied over us, fat with snow.
• Chapter Seven 17.03.2025 17m

  Chapter Seven Of course, Constantin was much too short, but in his own way he was handsome, with light brown hair and dark blue eyes and a lively, challenging expression.
• Chapter Six 16.03.2025 14m

  Chapter Six I had kept begging Buddy to show me some really interesting hospital sights, so one Friday I cut all my classes and came down for a long week-end and he gave me the works.
• Chapter Five 15.03.2025 10m

  Chapter Five At seven the next morning the telephone rang. Slowly I swam up from the bottom of a black sleep.
• Chapter Four 14.03.2025 10m

  Chapter Four I don't know just why my successful evasion of chemistry should have floated into my mind there in Jay Cee's office.
• Chapter Three 13.03.2025 17m

  Chapter Three Arrayed on the Ladies' Day banquet table were yellow- green avocado pear halves stuffed with crabmeat and mayonnaise, and platters of rare roast beef and cold chicken, and every so often a cut-glass bowl heaped with black caviar.
• Chapter Two 12.03.2025 14m

  Chapter Two I wouldn't have missed Lenny's place for anything. It was built exactly like the inside of a ranch, only in the middle of a New York apartment house.
• Chapter One 11.03.2025 17m

  Chapter One It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.