
There's so much suspense and tension woven into this brilliantly gothic and deeply Romantic novel, it's almost unbearable at points. Du Maurier writes brilliantly, capturing every emotion - large and small - that her unnamed narrator is capable of feeling. This is one of the most emotionally complex books I have read, and a magnificent exploration of love, jealousy, guilt and compromise. Critics are divided over whether or not this is a feminist novel. I'd rather not comment. But it's a deeply feminine novel, a book that allows the female perspective to flourish where the world of its time might have been more inclined to see things from the man's position.
This is much more than a minor romance. This is a book of great depth and sophistication. I can't believe that my favourite director was able to make such a botch of adapting this novel for the screen - a book that really should have been so suited to his values and style. But there were no doubt constraints on him that he couldn't get past, despite having the lovely Joan Fontaine in the lead role - a great bit of casting in an otherwise lacklustre film. Certainly he had to change the incredibly ambiguous ending, one of the best aspects of the novel, but not something that the film industry of the day tolerated. But, where the film contracts, reduces and ultimately restricts the storyline, the original novel flourishes in the imagination long after the final page is read. This is truly an unforgettable read.
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