![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Rebecca is much more traditional, but it’s a wonderful book, and perhaps part of its success can be traced to the way du Maurier makes the reader feel the presence of a character who isn’t there. My Cousin Rachel, is, I think, the superior book, at least in my opinion. There’s also an excellent film version of this book, but as I write this post, the film is OOP. This brings me to My Cousin Rachel, a book du Maurier published in 1951–13 years after Rebecca. Plus there’s that unforgettable first sentence: “ Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.” The Hitchcock film version helps, no doubt, and then there’s the remake with Diana Rigg. In the case of Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca, often termed her masterpiece, seems to be the book she is best remembered for. Why is one book from an author’s considerable body of work remembered more than others? I don’t think it’s necessarily because that book stands out for its excellence. I don’t know why I say this to you, but I feel I must.” Whatever they touch somehow turns to tragedy. ![]() “ There are some women, Philip, good women, very possibly, who through no fault of their own impel disaster. ![]()
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