The Bell JarPosted March 8, 2019March 13, 2019 by michelle gemmaLeave a Comment on The Bell Jar It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York. I’m stupid about executions. The idea of being electrocuted makes me sick, and that’s all there was to read about in the papers — goggle-eyed headlines staring up at me on every street corner and at the fusty, peanutsmelling mouth of every subway.…
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and