I managed to scrape together enough money to attend two days of the four-day Sylvia Plath 75th Year Symposium at Oxford University, knowing it would be a who’s who of Plath scholarship. Writing about a true crime writer required me to completely immerse myself in the genre, which I had long been fascinated with. It wasn’t long before I began to see the connection between my fascination with these dead girls and women, and my fascination with Sylvia Plath. In fact, feminist writer Robin Morgan famously accused Hughes of murdering Plath, metaphorically speaking, in her poem “Arraignment,” from 1972. Like the girls and women of true crime, Plath is famously a victim—of an abusive husband, of a misogynist society, of her own brain chemistry.