‘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
She wrote exciting plots, she was highly skilled at arousing suspense, and she was, too, a writer of fearless originality
Du Maurier has no equal
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
From the first page . . . the reader is back in the moody, brooding atmosphere of Rebecca
