A Wrinkle of time, and something long forgotten comes back with a thud.
I always loved Daphne Du Maurier.
“Last night, I dreamt I went to Manderley again…”
In moments, I’m twelve, and lost within a line. I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve read those words since then.
The film adaptation I’m thinking of is the 1940 Joan Fontaine/Laurence Olivier one. And that Mrs. Danvers, Judith Anderson, popped into my head last night.
She was a bit pantomime villain, but I still thought she was brilliant. Not how I imagined her, but she had enough of a suggestion of the Danny in my head, she seemed to be having the longest bad day in the history of broken love, and housekeeping.
And I dreamt she reviewed my book.
I was delighted.
She wasn’t sure she liked it, but she didn’t hate it, and then she went back to cackling.
Good enough for me.
