Thursday, March 3, 2011
Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier
Almost immediately, I picked up on the similarities a couple of contemporary novels have to Rebecca: Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale, and Sarah Waters' The Little Stranger. Both fabulously atmospheric books in their own right, but not quite the same caliber. Of course Jane Eyre comes to mind too, but that book came almost a hundred years before Rebecca. Did it influence Daphne's writing I wonder?
I simply loved this book. I loved the writing, the descriptions, the atmosphere, the dialogue. The suspense! If I were to rate Rebecca, on a scale of one to ten, it would, hand's down, be a ten.
I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fear of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, the days when one is twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word. pg37
A black figure stood waiting for me at the head of the stairs, the hollow eyes watching me intently from the white skull's face. I looked around for Frith, but he had passed along the hall and into the further corridor. I was alone now with Mrs Danvers. I went up the great stairs towards her, and she waited motionless, her hands folded before her, her eyes never leaving my face. I summoned a smile, which was not returned, nor did I blame her, for there was no purpose to the smile, it was a silly thing, bright and artificial. 'I hope I haven't kept you waiting,' I said. 'It's for you to take your own time, Madam,' she answered, 'I'm here to carry out your orders,' and then she turned, through the archway of the gallery, to the corridor beyond. pg79
Gothic Challenge book #3