‘They would be born of strange stock who slept with this earth as a pillow, beneath this black sky. They would have something of the Devil left in them still.’ As with many people, my first encounter with Daphne du Maurier’s writing was through the atmospheric Rebecca. However, whilst Rebecca is generally considered to be Du Maurier’s finest work and whilst I enjoyed it immensely, I have to admit that after reading Jamaica Inn I actually prefer it. Whilst there is something slightly irksome about the timid and tellingly nameless heroine of Rebecca who quails in the wake of a dead… Read more »
‘Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter – tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther . . . And one fine morning – So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.’ From The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald.