>I’d like to second Elizabeth’s hopes (see comments in Monday’s post) for a Gothic revival. I’ve just finished listening to Jamaica Inn by Daphne Du Maurier, narrated by Tony Britton. When I told friends I was reading it, to a woman they started talking about their adolescent (around 10 up, I think) mania for Du Maurier. I vividly remember reading her short-story collection Kiss Me Again, Stranger (could be a Mary Downing Hahn title) and then the collection Don’t Look Now, with the title story providing the story for an astoundingly sexual movie in 1967. Then Rebecca, in college, and that’s all.
I can see how Jamaica Inn could be kind of pulse-pounding for a young teen: there’s the exciting melodrama involving the drunken, dangerous uncle (the heroine, Mary Yellan, thinks he’s a smuggler, but it’s worse) and then there’s Mary’s rather anachronistically saucy badinage with the brooding love interest, and lots of semi-veiled musings on “instinct,” which Mary keeps trying to tell herself is “love” but Du Maurier, semi-misogynistically, won’t let her. The atmosphere and scene-painting are as good as Rebecca–it’s the same landscape (Cornwall) a century earlier.
Is Du Maurier still doing things for teens?