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A great Jane Eyre rip off? Daphne du Maurier – Rebecca

“Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again”, a brilliant opening line for a fantastic book.   I have seen the film but the dramatisation with Emilia Fox and Charles Dance is the one that has really stayed with me.  I loved this so much that I never really felt the need to read the book, which I now realise was a major mistake, it is absolutely amazing.  I  haven’t enjoyed a book so much for a while, in fact it has now meant my most recent reading experiences have been disappointments after this.

The famous plot recounts the unnamed narrator meeting the older and sophisticated Maxim De Winter in Monte Carlo in the 1930s .  It is said that he cannot get over the death of his wife Rebecca, however he pretty swiftly ends up marrying unnamed girl and taking her back to his estate Manderley.  It is here that she encounters constant memories and reminders of Rebecca, who seems to have been beautiful and intelligent and loved by everyone especially the scary housekeeper Mrs Danvers who keeps her room as a shrine to her memory.  As the novel develops the heroine begins to believe that she will never be able to win the love of Maxim or to be able to escape from the shadow of Rebecca.  Maxim seems reluctant to discuss Rebecca, is this because he was so in love with her or because he is hiding a secret?

The book opens at the end of the story with the heroine and Maxim living in  foreign exile with the beautiful description of her dream of the ruins of Manderley and the beautiful azaleas, rhododendrons and lilies in the grounds, it immediately hooks you in.   The descriptions of the house seem to really bring it to life.  Despite already knowing part of the ending this is still a real page turner and suspenseful novel.

There have been comparisons to Jane Eyre  indeed there are similarities as both are works of gothic fiction, dominant but withdrawn older men, the  shadow of  brilliant, immoral previous wives and the fate of the country houses.  Of course in both novels the heroine is a young, shy plain, innocent girl, and it is interesting that in this novel the heroine has  no name  which reflects the shows domination and importance of Rebecca over her life and the plot.  However there are major differences, one first wife in  is alive and hidden whilst the other is dead but seemingly constantly present.  There are also the dramatically different characters and role of the housekeepers, the sinister Mrs  Danvers, who is obsessed with revealing Rebecca  to the heroine compared to the amiable Mrs Fairfax who is trying to keep secrets hidden.

 I read an interesting article by Bernadette Bertrandias has been written on a comparison of these novels;

“The reader can thereby realize that, like Jane Eyre, and beyond appearances, Rebecca is not so much a story of romantic love as one of initiation; its deeper issue also concerns the unveiling of a mystery, the mystery of the house and the mystery of the Master. The same tropes referring to the dynamic of exploration are used again, as the heroine rambles along corridors and comes up against locked doors; similarly, and more powerfully, locked is the access to Rochester’s or Max De Winter’s minds. In a striking parallel, considering the time gap between the two novels, both men construct their beloved into a figure of innocence and purity in which they are determined to keep her enclosed.   So at bottom, the situations are identical, as far as both heroines are barred access to the knowledge of human experience to which the Masters only possess the key. “

“Rebecca is not dead and vanished, but lives on now as a secret disruptive force in the narrator’s soul”.  Bertrandias goes on to argue that in fact the dream at the end of the novel shows how part of Rebecca has become assimilated in the heroine, and that part of her will live on with her and Maxim forever. “This will prove able to extend them into a recognition that the self has to live on with its inner otherness, the otherness that contains manifold other possibilities, such recognition —as is offered in the opening dream— being presented as the prerequisite to the mastery of both life and language. So therefore the book is a more  psychological study of female identity than Jane Eyre and concludes that is multifarious and it requires the acknowledgement and voice of the other within the self.”

Du Maurier never explicitly said Rebecca was influenced by Jane Eyre however it seems as if there are strong links although Rebecca goes further in analysing identity.  The similarities are so striking that Angela Carter was able to declare in Expletives Deleted that Rebecca “shamelessly reduplicates the plot of Charlotte Brontë’s novel”.   For me however I am of the opinion that both are brilliant books and complement the other, so read both!



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The worst or most overrated books EVER!

I wrote this title ages ago and have come back to this post to discover that I have actually written nothing.  So am now wracking my brains, so far the worst book I can think of is,

Edward Rutherfurd Sarum – The most monotonous historical novel ever.  The history of  Salisbury from when it is divided from Europe by the Ice  Age to the present day.  I kept reading believing it would get better, it didn´t.  Over a thousand pages.

I am now stuck now obviously there are some appalling chick lit but I don’t read that, the closest I have come is this which is terrible;

Jodi Picoult – My Sister’s Keeper.  I don’t remember much about this book except maybe someone died or was dying and I couldn’t wait for it to end.  Why do so many people like her?  This book was a present so I felt obliged to read it

I have had to resort to goodreads.com Worst Books of All Time list.  I have now revised this list to books that everyone seems to like but I thought were overrated or in the case of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies books that were simply awful.

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies
by Seth Grahame-Smith

Anne Fine – The Gathering.  Everyone in the book club liked it except me, I was depressed.

Angela Carter – Nights at the Circus.  Maybe I need to try another one of hers.

Heart of Darkness Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad.  Depressing dirge.

Ernest Hemingway  – The Old Man and the Sea.  So short but so boring.  For Whom the Bell Tolls was a hard slog too, why does everyone like him?

The Book Thief, Markus Zusak – I have read so much about Nazi Germany that I was just switched off but other people and my students have enjoyed it.

Perfume: The Story of a Murder...Perfume: The Story of a Murderer by Patrick Süskind.  Just found this disturbing.

Mrs. Dalloway
Virginia Woolf.  One day where not much happens.

Underworld by Don DeLillo.  I found this so hard to read and it is so long.

Paulo Coelho – The alchemist, can’t remember how my boyfriend described this but very damning, might have been something like pretentious crap.

Umberto Eco – The Island of the Day Before – The Name of the Rose is brilliant, this is just  really hard going.

I am sure there are many others, and this list might get updated soon.


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