Category: Classics, Historical, Gothic Fiction
Author: Daphne du Maurier
What could I possibly say that hasn’t already been said? Rebecca is a book that doesn’t really need a review. So, very simply put, my three word review: I loved it.
Having read Rebecca, you cannot not picture Manderley, its coastal cliffs & waters, the white azaleas in the Happy Valley, the battalion of lush, blood-red rhododendrons; its serene, yet fierce & restrained beauty. I have heard so many describe this book as ‘atmospheric’, and it has only now dawned on me the complete depth of that word. Daphne du Maurier’s writing is like music you can taste, colour you can smell, she crafts entire experiences, punctuated by commas, separated by full stops.
The narrative style is interesting. You never get to know the narrator’s name, forever known as Mrs.Maxine De Winter. While the pages are filled with narration from her perspective, it’s the demised ex-wife, Rebecca’s presence, that seeps through the pages like ink on water. A phantom of existence that taints every page. But you also see the young Mrs.De Winter bloom from a timid, naive and shy girl to woman with her own distinct individual character.
For all the wild praise, there were imperfections, but ones that were inconsequential in my enjoyment of the novel. It was a tad slow to start and I did see some of the plot twists coming. But like I said, that is nitpicking and I’d be mighty surprised if this didn’t make it to my favourites of the year.
While reading Rebecca, I kept asking myself why on earth had I not picked it up sooner? So my advice if you haven’t read it, just go pick it up.