Rebecca the X

First, let’s just get the fact that it took me twenty odd years to make my Rebecca post out of the way.  I would have bagged the whole post, except this was the first read in book club once I was asked to join and became an official member.  Whoo!  (They like me, they really like me…  Sorry if you don’t get the Sally Field reference.  Yes, I am officially middle aged.  Thank you, time.)





Rebecca made me think of that girl.  You know, that ONE girl from your husband’s past that just gets to you?  That one that steams your veggies every time you hear her name or catch a passing glimpse of her?  The funny thing about girls like that is, they usually really are like the Rebecca from the story.  The new Mrs. de Winter frets she’s not as pretty, smart, witty or cultured as Rebecca.  New Mrs. de W hears stories of the parties she threw, the important people she knew and can first-handedly see the devotion the staff had for her.  (On a side note, how creepy is Mrs. Danvers?  She’s like Norman Bates in an apron.)  How can she compete with Rebecca’s memory, especially when considering the tragic ending she met?  Did Max only marry her as replacement, a second-best Rebecca?  H to the ell no!  Real Rebecca was a disgusting human being and nothing like she appeared.  Good riddance, Rebecca.  You can fool some people some of the time but not all the people all of the time.  Eventually, your true nature will appear.  I was happy the new Mrs. de Winter figured out Max’s true feelings for Rebecca, otherwise it might have blackened their relationship forever.

Going back to “that girl”, Rebecca is a perfect example.  Pretty enough, sure, but who cares when that beauty covers a rotten middle?  Give it up to yourself, gals.  You ARE pretty enough, smart enough and cool enough.  There's no comparison.  “Rebecca” ain’t got nothing on us.

Crystal

Elisabeth vs. 'Rebecca'

My very first pick for our book club was 'Rebecca' by Daphne du Maurier. I had seen the movie based on the novel (directed by Alfred Hitchcock) but never actually read the book.  Since all of our previous reads had been written within the last few years, I thought I'd throw a curve ball and pick something written all the way back in 1938.

One has to prepare oneself for a book written 70+ years ago.  Words that have long since been out of fashion, or whose definition now carries an entirely different connotation, are bandied about and may well leave the reader scratching their heads .  It's well worth it though.  You see how much has changed, and how much humanity has stayed the same.  And once you've read a few of these historical works, you may also find yourself working words like 'bandied' into your everyday conversation.

But I digress, on with the review.  'Rebecca' takes place almost entirely on a large estate named Manderly in the West Country of England.  The wealthy owner of Manderly, Maxim de Winter has married for the second time to a young girl with no money, and no family.  She's as naive and unassuming as they come, and entirely unprepared for the life of a monied English lady running an important estate.  She's also entirely unprepared for living under the overwhelming shadow of Maxim's dead first wife  .  . . that's right Rebecca!  Cleverly Daphne du Maurier names her book after this strong-willed enigma of a woman we never actually meet, and you never learn the first name of the new Mrs. de Winter.  The story follows the new Mrs. de Winter as she struggles to fit in with her husband's life and as she unravels the mystery of what really happened with Rebecca, who everyone believes to have drowned in a sailing accident.

The bane of the new Mrs. de Winter's existence is Mrs. Danvers, who was employed by Rebecca prior to marrying Maxim de Winter, and came with her to Manderly to serve as the official 'housekeeper'.  Mrs. Danvers is obsessed to a criminal degree with Rebecca and seems to spend the majority of her time devising ways to drive the new Mrs. de Winter insane with jealousy over Rebecca's amazing-ness.

Mrs. Danvers looking intently creepy

Although I enjoyed much of this book; it's set in England (a personal favorite) it's a mystery (another personal favorite) and it's a well written gothic-type novel (think Jane Eyre), I was almost overcome with rage over the ineffectualness of the new Mrs. de Winter.  Perhaps women in 1938 better identified with her naive, kittenish ways (if kittenish is the term I want), but as girl of the modern age who is used to dealing with a variety of situations on her own, I wanted to grab her by her petite shoulders and shake a backbone into her.  First off, FIRE MRS. DANVERS and burn all things connected with Rebecca de Winter in a giant gleeful bonfire on the beach.  I assure you Maxim would have joined in the revelry. 

Daphne du Maurier clearly had a backbone

That being said, this is an entirely clean read - you can share this with all and sundry without concern for offense.  Also, this makes a great winter read.  Curl up while the storm is raging outside with cup o' tea, hot buttered scones and lose yourself to a simpler time (and Mrs. Danvers' madness).