She’s also something of an unreliable narrator, as she doesn’t know the full story, which is revealed to both her and us slowly, something that also happens here. I did think of Jane Eyre a couple of times whilst reading ‘Rebecca.’ If I remember correctly, (I studied the book for GCSE English, which wasn’t yesterday or the day before) that narrator also had a vivid imagination, prone to flights of fancy. It’s a long time since I read a book that generated such atmosphere with it’s rooms, sloping lawns, stairs and galleries - definitely similar to classical locations such as Thornfield hall in Charlotte Bronte’s ‘Jane Eyre’, Gatsbys house or Pemberley House in ‘Pride and Prejudice.’ From the opening chapter, this book absolutely transported me, from the European grandeur of a Monte Carlo hotel, to the aforementioned Manderley, the house that becomes central to the story and an important character in it’s own right. ManderleyĪnd what an imagination is on display in this book. "Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again." indeed. So you could say ‘Rebecca’ by Daphne du maurier seeped into my imagination. So I had feverish dreams of boarded up rooms with sheet covered furniture, fog shrouded coves and of course the black clad figure of Mrs Danver lurking in corners, grinning manically. After dodging it for more than two years, the ‘rona finally caught up with me when I was about halfway through this book.
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