{"id":602,"date":"2018-06-26T09:17:19","date_gmt":"2018-06-26T08:17:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hebulstrode.co.uk\/?p=602"},"modified":"2018-06-26T09:17:19","modified_gmt":"2018-06-26T08:17:19","slug":"review-of-jamaica-inn-by-daphne-du-maurier","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.hebulstrode.co.uk\/?p=602","title":{"rendered":"Review of ‘Jamaica Inn’ by Daphne Du Maurier."},"content":{"rendered":"

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An atmospheric classic that manages to capture some of the wild lawless spirit of early nineteenth-century Cornwall. Du Maurier seems to have been clearly influenced by Wuthering Heights<\/em> both in her choice of a bleak moorland setting and the character of the overbearing and violent Joss Merlyn, who makes Heathcliff seem like a civilised gentleman in comparison. The cast of characters who frequent the inn itself are an ensemble of disagreeable lowlife, and as such, make for good entertainment, not that I would go so far as to recommend wrecking, smuggling and murder as suitable pastimes. Still, this made me wish to bodily shake the heroine Mary Yellan for her bizarre insistence upon staying at her uncle’s inn rather than simply decamping elsewhere, but if she had done so, it wouldn’t have made for a very good story.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The novel ends with a suitable twist, amidst the evocation of the obscure pagan past of Bodmin Moor. If I have any gripe with the book, it relates to Du Maurier’s slip in portraying what it is like to be out alone in the darkness of Bodmin Moor in the depths of night with a storm raging. Anyone who has stood upon the West Country moors at such a time at a far remove from modern street lighting knows that you can’t so much as see your hand in front of your face. Mary Yellan, it seems, was part cat.<\/span><\/p>\n

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