Tag Archives: Daphne du Maurier

What to do with du Maurier?

I’ve mentioned the wtfuckery that abounds in Daphne du Maurier’s collection of “lost” short stories, The Doll. I’m only halfway-ish through the book—that’s six stories down—and each one of those stories has a half-baked feel I can’t shake off, and majority simply has me scratching my poor head. That is: None of these is the du Maurier short fiction I’ve come to know. Though her always-to-die-for prose is present, all of the stories—with the [begrudging] exception of the title story—simply feels like du Maurier had an idea, picked up some loose leaf, and ran with it. If I were a snide little gremlin, I’d say something like: Oh, is it a wonder these stories were lost? [Currently reading.]

01142013: A book pile to cleanse the palate

I picked up The Drawing of the Three, the second book in Stephen King’s The Dark Tower series, because I wanted something hefty that would take me away from the bad juju flying around today. And so when Ronald wakes up at the beach (where The Gunslinger, first book, ended) and starts being eaten by the scariest, most ridiculous demon lobster in literary history—the man gets two fingers and a toe eaten, for fuck’s sake—I was thankful for someone to sympathize with, someone who made me think, “Well, he’s more fucked than you are, girl.” See, after being all, “I see serious problems ahead,” at page twenty, Ronald goes, “I jerk off left-handed, at least that’s something.” Yeah, let the Gunslinger remind you look for the bright side, Sasha. [Continue reading.]

Examining the Liminal in Don’t Look Now, Short Stories by Daphne du Maurier

I have read my first Daphne du Maurier – her short stories in Don’t Look Now, an NYRB Classics edition [selected and with an introduction by Patrick McGrath]. Obviously, I have not read her famous Rebecca, and only really wanted to after the author Beth Kery urged me to in a blog comment, informing me […]

More Short Stories for a New Weekend

[Daym, I put my glasses on and saw how blurry that picture actually is. Oops. Maybe I should start wearing glasses when I do take pictures. Oh well.] Another weekend for short stories, for books. Yum. So. Aside from Ben Greenman‘s all-too-beautiful book What He’s Poised to Do [that I’ve already shamelessly gushed over] — which […]