How tiring it is for me without you. My soul is calm and I can rest only when you, my teacher, are seated next to me and I kiss your hands and lay my head on your blessed shoulders. Oh, how easy ...

In the 1950s, this spirit was captured in Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar. By the late 2010s, Billie Eilish had become perhaps the premier chronicler of teenage listlessness and depression. It makes a ...