“Surely you’ve read that book before?” my husband asked regarding the paperback copy of Rebecca splayed open on the kitchen table. “That’s definitely an oldie.”
“But also most definitely a goodie,” I replied. “It’s been years and years since I first read it, and I’d forgotten just how good it really is.”
It’s more than good, it’s great. The writing is lush and poetic, yet tight and controlled. The suspense builds in a thousand different ways, with clues dropped hither and yon like petals off those damned rhododendrons that have overtaken the gardens in Manderley.
And the characters are so perfectly drawn you feel as if you’re inhabiting their very minds.
Re-reading Daphne Du Maurier’s classic tale of romantic suspense is a sobering reminder of what good writing is really all about.
I read it and weep for many reasons, not the least of which is knowing I’ll never come close to having this kind of writing skill. But I am definitely appreciating Du Maurier’s mastery of the craft. This story is keeping me awake long past my bedtime.
So, what’s keeping you awake tonight?