“What are you sweating over that for?” Doreen lounged on my bed in a peach silk dressing gown, filing her long, nicotine-yellow nails with an emery board, while I typed up the draft of an interview with a best-selling novelist. That was another thing — the rest of us had starched cotton summer nighties and … Continue reading Scent in literature – The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, 1963