As a great fan of Daphne du Maurier, I have been watching the brouhaha over the excellent television dramatisation of her novel Jamaica Inn, with interest and with some bewilderment over the adverse reactions
|First American Edition of Daphne's Story|
The force of the drama plunges us into the dark centre of Mary Yellan’s story without the back-story embedded in the novel, of Mary herself, her wrecked and bedraggled Aunt Patience, and her nightmarish, haunted Uncle Joss Merlyn, the charismatic heartless wrecker whom in the twenty first century we would label a psychopath.
Truly an apparition from a gothic nightmare. The fact is that in this television dramatisation the normal-sized, shaven headed actor does not reflect Daphne's prose description. And yet the high quality of the writing, acting, and direction here invoked a sense of nightmare menace to match Daphne’s dark vision.