In Sylvia Plath’s “Daddy,” the poetess mows down all of western-European history and lore to convey the wickedness of her father, who has been torturing her “for thirty years”: he is a vampire, Hitler. He is personally responsible for every fucked-up, stupid thing she’s ever done, from unsuccessfully attempting suicide to successfully marrying Ted Hughes. “Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through,” she proclaims defiantly at poem’s end (rallying call to a generation!), but it’s only in reading the biographical note that we remember that her father (whose greatest crimes against humanity consisted of writing a book about bumblebees and siring Sylvia Plath) had been dead since she was 8.I actually don't see a ton of hatred at Alec Baldwin in this; at least she gave concessions about his tireless efforts to be a father. The comments about Kim were much worse, and no redeeming descriptions were given.
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A father-daughter relationship is a kind of romance, one kept well in check by a variety of forces, not least of them the sexual flattening that prolonged domesticity does to all potentially erotic relationships.
Or else some careless copy editor left out the "deeply dysfunctional" between "A" and "father-daughter."
posted by Sidhedevil at 12:09 PM on April 20 [5 favorites]