Slow-moving and disturbing, with a couple of fantastic villains. Mrs. Danvers is the highlight of Rebecca, of course, and I finished the book feeling sorry that there wasn't more of her. Well done as this story is - and it is very well done - I'd far rather have seen more of the old bat plotting than read through another attack of the vapours from our milksop narrator, the most interesting thing about whom is her lack of name.

It really is extraordinarily clever though, that lack. It's the perfect underlining literary trick, and part of me wonders if Rebecca would have had such success if we'd known the name of the second Mrs. de Winter. I suspect it still would have been a best-seller, but there would have been something so much blander about it...