Ch. 2, REBECCA

  • I know the name of every owner of every British moor, yes — and their tenants too . . . The state of the crops, the price of fat cattle, the mysterious ailments of swine, I relish them all.

Rebecca had its inception in Daphne Du Maurier’s intense unhappiness at being forced to follow her military husband to the city of Alexandria, early in her marriage.

The novel became a beast and overshadowed everything.

Self began reading it in the wee hours, after finishing Manderley Forever, the biography by Tatiana de Rosnay. (She’s on a Daphne Du Maurier kick. Five stars to Manderley Forever)

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.


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