Plath’s only novel was published 50 years ago this week, under the pseudonym “Victoria Lucas” (those copies must be worth a pretty penny now). The Atlantic does a slideshow of different covers.
(I reread it a year or two ago, and it held up better than I’d expected it would. Sharp and funny.)
February 11 will also be 50 years since her suicide, and I think we have some new biographies on the way; it will be interesting to see how the absence of Ted Hughes, to say nothing of his sister Olwyn, affects their content.