‘Du Maurier is mistress of the sleight of hand in fiction . . . brilliantly, marvellously chilling’ MAGGIE O’FARRELL
‘Every day, haunted still by doubt, I ask myself a question which I cannot answer.
Was Rachel innocent or guilty?’
Philip Ashley has been raised by his cousin Ambrose as heir to his beautiful Cornish estate. But this close-knit world is shattered when Ambrose sets off on a trip to Florence, where he unexpectedly falls in love and marries – only to die of a strange illness. Before long, his beautiful, mysterious widow arrives in England – and despite himself, Philip is caught in her spell. But is Rachel a victim, a saviour – or a murderess?
Du Maurier is a storyteller whose sole aim is to bewitch and beguile’ NEW YORK TIMES
‘Du Maurier has no equal’ SUNDAY TELEGRAPH
‘Every day, haunted still by doubt, I ask myself a question which I cannot answer.
Was Rachel innocent or guilty?’
Philip Ashley has been raised by his cousin Ambrose as heir to his beautiful Cornish estate. But this close-knit world is shattered when Ambrose sets off on a trip to Florence, where he unexpectedly falls in love and marries – only to die of a strange illness. Before long, his beautiful, mysterious widow arrives in England – and despite himself, Philip is caught in her spell. But is Rachel a victim, a saviour – or a murderess?
Du Maurier is a storyteller whose sole aim is to bewitch and beguile’ NEW YORK TIMES
‘Du Maurier has no equal’ SUNDAY TELEGRAPH
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Reviews
This comes closer to Rebecca than anything Miss du Maurier has done and is, I think, one of her best novels, ingeniously contrived as to plot, successfully realized as to characters
Du Maurier is a storyteller whose sole aim is to bewitch and beguile. And in My Cousin Rachel she does both, with Rebecca looking fondly over her shoulder
Du Maurier has no equal
From the first page . . . the reader is back in the moody, brooding atmosphere of Rebecca
She wrote exciting plots, she was highly skilled at arousing suspense, and she was, too, a writer of fearless originality
No other popular writer has so triumphantly defied classification . . . She satisfied all the questionable criteria of popular fiction, and yet satisfied the exacting requirements of "real literature", something very few novelists ever do