The Untold Story Behind Rebecca
I am currently reading Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier, I am just about finished with it now, and I have to say that I think it is an absolutely fabulous book. The first chapter for the book was one of the most gripping and stunning opening I have read and the prose work is poetic and absolutely beautiful all the way through. I of course love the way in which the book does draw from the old Gothic style, and there is a haunting quality which carries throughout the book.
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There will be spoilers posted beyond this point
But there is one thing which struck out at me as particularly interesting within the story, and that is the fact that everything the reader knows about the character of Rebecca comes through channels of unreliable recourses and all the information given by the other characters is then presented to the reader via the narrator, so it comes 2nd hand from a source already questionable, while the narrator herself is hardly to be trusted and has proven to be wrong on more than one occasion in her interpretations of other people and her perceptions and has a to say the least delicate grip upon realty:
You have the narrator who is given to these sorts of delusional fantasies in which she does not always seem able to distinguish the reality from what she conjures up in her mind and proves not to have the best perceptions of other people. The assumptions she makes constantly prove wrong, and are often created through the conjurerings of her mind.
There is Ben who does not seem to have all of his wits together, and only drops vague elusive hints in which it is up to are narrator to interpret the meaning of, and of course initially she is completely oblivious to what he is telling her, and only fills in the blanks after she gets the story from Maxim, and so then it is easy to make his words fit into what she knows.
Mrs. Danvers who proves herself to be deceitful, dishonest, secretive, malicious, and who we know has already fallen to tricking and misleading the narrator and Maxim. She hates the narrator, has a vendetta against Maxim, and is biased towards Rebecca. So honestly how much of what she says can truly be believed?
Then there is Maxim who was keeping quite a large secret, and so in that he himself proved to be dishonest, and he was always aloof and distant, never shared his own thoughts, and has every reason and motive in the world to spin the story so that it comes out as favorably on his side as possible.
And of course the narrator passing the story onto the reader is heavily biased towards Maxim and delusional in her own love for him.
So all in all if everything is taken into consideration what grounds does the reader have to truly completely accept the characterization of Rebecca as being such a wicked, evil, horrible person, when every single person whom spoke of her, and in the context in which they did so had good reasons to be dishonest and misleading about their version of the story?
There is another side to the Rebecca story that goes completely untold.
I'm glad you're enjoying Rebecca, which has one of the greates opening lines ever ..
if I can remember it. "Last night I dreampt of Manderlay again." I think it goes. The book is good, but the Hitchcock film is even better. It won the academy award in 1940. It follows the book pretty well except for one point to stave off the censors ... but I'll let you discover that. The cast is magnificent with a young Laurence Olivier, John Fontaine as the new Mrs De Winter, Judith Anderson as Mrs. Danvers, and the employer of Joan Fonataine at the first of the movie, when Max Dewinter meets his future wife, is absolutelty marvelous. George Sanders, ex-husband of one of the Gabors who is now departed (a suicide), who has been accused of having a perpetual smirk on his face, is resplendent in his role as Rebecca's cousin and paramour. Don't miss it! The newer version with the English woman who hosts Mystery, I can't think of her name, as Mrs. Danvers, is not nearly as good as the 1940 version in glorious black and white. If you like Du Maurier, be sure to read The Scapegoat, another thriller. Frenchman's Creek is also good. It's nice to see you're back to normal reading and not sidetracked by Lolita.
Another ineresting novel in the Du Maurier family is Peter Ibetson by Daphne's ancestor, George Du Maurier.
There is a movie about Daphne made by the BBC. Right after the movie was made, she had to go to the US and defend herself in a plagarism suit concerning Rebecca. Of course she won the case but it is a revealing movie which gives quite a lot of background on Du Maurier's life, but I wont tell you more and spoil it for you.
Du Maurier and her American publisher were both sued ...
She did not settle out of court, but won the case. The case was decided by a US judge who could find little similarity between the litigant's work and Du Maurier's. Edwina Lewin MacDonald wrote a magazine article (fiction) entitled "How I Planned to Murder My Husband" then expanded it into a novel called "Blind Windows". When Rebecca won the academy award in 1940, MacDonald sued Du Maurier and her publisher. The judge ruled that while the circumstances were similar, the words of the three stories weren't. An idea cannot be copyrighted as the words can. Du Maurier won the suit in 1944, which probably would not have come about if Rebecca had not won the academy award. Case dismissed.
I don't think that's true in the case of Rebecca ...
The second Mrs. De Winter was a very non-agressive person swept off her feet by Max De Winter. When she arrives at De Winter's home, Manderlay, she finds the household run with an iron hand by Mrs Danvers, who had been Rebecca's personal maid before her marriage to De Winter. Danvers had even preserved Rebecca's room with her night clothes laid out. The second Mrs. De Winter never attacked Rebecca's memory, but was soon overpowered by Danvers' pesonality plus some tricks Danvers used to make wife #2 look bad in De Winter's eyes. Without giving any more away, at the end of the story, the dead Rebecca's true personality and Danvers complicity in preserving her memory as an icon of wifely virtue come to light.