Sylvia Plath: Poetry and Existence - Literary Criticism Book | Bloomsbury Academic Collections | Perfect for English Literature Students & Poetry Enthusiasts

I very quickly became tired of Holbrook's obsession that every word Plath wrote was apparently a desperate plea for her father's penis. Silly writing that was poorly structured, dire, repetitive, and frankly ridiculous. Holbrook pushes his own agenda onto Plath and talks of his own assumptions as if they are fact, particularly pushing the schizoid agenda. Frankly, none of this does Plath justice, and it reduces her work to Freudian ridicule.