Jonathan Bate informs us that over a period of five years he has read and taken notes on nearly , pages of Ted Hughes manuscripts. It is also badly written, insensitive to the poetry, analytically inspissated, unerringly mistaken in its judgments, and incompetently narrated. At its heart is Ted Hughes the sexual sadist. At one stage, Bate had the cooperation and confidence of the Hughes estate — an arrangement whose collapse he never discusses.
Love, loathing and life with Ted Hughes
Report: Sylvia Plath’s son commits suicide
Ted Hughes died three years ago today. At his funeral, mourners - from his village and from over the Atlantic - were awed by his great coffin, for he was a huge man: a colossus, said his first wife, Sylvia Plath, when she met him, and 'the only man big enough for me' others called him Heathcliff, perceiving him as elemental, with a forceful, unswerving genius. He was tall and dark; he had a face like a granite cliff, an intense gaze, and a low, clotted voice. His poetry was savage, brutal, brooding, stunning. He had dominated English poetry for decades, since he was a Yorkshire teenager obsessed by hunting and fishing for pike. He was Wordsworth soaked in blood and cruelty, bleak and euphoric.
Ted Hughes - The Life of a Poet, by Elaine Feinstein
He was Hughes, Britain's poet laureate, had been suffering from cancer for about 18 months, but had told only his closest friends and had never discussed details of his illness, said Matthew Evans, the chairman of Faber and Faber, Mr. Hughes's publisher. Evans said. Hughes died at his home in North Tawton.
Poet Ted Hughes was in bed with another woman on the night his first wife Sylvia Plath killed herself in , according to a new biography. Sir Jonathan Bate, provost of Worcester College, Oxford, used new evidence - including Hughes' lover's diary - to piece together Plath's final weekend. He had "full access, unlike earlier biographers" to Hughes's archives in the US and used British Library papers. It stated that she told Hughes she planned to leave the UK and never see him again, with the letter arriving two days before her death on the Friday afternoon, The Sunday Times reports. According to the biography, Plath - who had been estranged from Hughes for six months - had assumed it would not reach him until the Saturday, however it arrived early because of a speedy second post.