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I Went To Manderley Again." So the second Mrs. Maxim de Winter

remembered the chilling events that led her down the turning drive

past ther beeches, white and naked, to the isolated gray stone

manse on the windswept Cornish coast. With a husband she barely

knew, the young bride arrived at this immense estate, only to be

inexorably drawn into the life of the first Mrs. de Winter, the

beautiful Rebecca, dead but never forgotten...her suite of rooms

never touched, her clothes ready to be worn, her servant -- the

sinister Mrs. Danvers -- still loyal. And as an eerie presentiment

of evil tightened around her heart, the second Mrs. de Winter began

her search for the real fate of Rebecca...for the secrets of

Manderley.

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Daphne Du Maurier was born in London on May 13, 1907 and

educated in Paris. In 1932, she married Lieutenant-General Sir

Frederick Browning. She began writing short stories of mystery and

suspense for magazines in 1928, a collection of which appeared as

The Apple Tree in 1952. Her first novel, The Loving Spirit, was

published in 1931. Her tightly woven, highly suspenseful plots and

her strong characters make her stories perfect for adaptation to

film or television. Among her many novels that were made into

successful films are Jamaica Inn (1936), Rebecca (1938),

Frenchman's Creek (1941), Hungry Hill (1943), My Cousin Rachel

(1952), and The Scapegoat (1957). Her short story The Birds (1953)

was brought to screen by director Alfred Hitchcock in a treatment

that has become a classic horror-suspense film. She died on April

19, 1989 at the age of 81.

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我在书上读到过，人们在谈情说爱时如何装出懒洋洋的娇态，弄得对方无从捉摸，我可不是这种人。什么欲擒故纵，唇枪舌剑，飞眼媚笑，这一套挑逗人的本事我全不会。我就坐在车里，膝上捧着他的地图，任由风吹乱我那一头平直难看的长发。我既从他的沉默中得到乐趣，又渴望听他说话。但是他说话与否对我情绪其实无关紧要；我唯一的敌人是仪表板上的时钟，它的针臂将无情地指向中午一点。时而向东，时而向西，我们在无数小村中穿行。这些村子就像附在岩石上的贝壳，遍缀地中海沿岸。今天我已记不起它们中间的任何一个。

我还能记起的仅仅是坐在汽车皮椅上的感觉，膝上地图纵横交错的图案，它的皱边和松散的装订线。我也记得，有一次我曾望着时钟思忖：“此时此刻，十一点二十分，一定要使它成为永久的记忆。”接着我就闭上眼睛，以使当时一刹那的经历更深地印进脑子。等我睁开眼，汽车正在公路上拐弯。一个披黑色围巾的农家姑娘向我们招手。现在我还记得她的模样：蒙着尘土的裙子，脸上带着开朗而友好的微笑。一秒钟之间，我们拐过弯去，再也看不见她了。农家姑娘已成过去，只留下一个记忆。

我当时多想返回去，重新捕捉那已逝去的一刻。但我马上又想到，即便真的回去，一切都已不是原样，甚至天空的太阳经过位置的移动也会不同于前一刻；那农家姑娘或许正拖着疲乏的脚步沿公路走去，经过我们面前，这一回不再招手，也许根本没看见我们。这种想法多少使人寒心，感到悲凉。

“她不爱你”她说。

“听着，你这老笨蛋……” 费弗尔刚说个开头，就被丹弗斯太太打断了。

“她不爱你，也不爱德温特先生。她谁都不爱，她鄙弃所有的男人。她是超乎男女情爱之上的”

费弗尔气得涨红了脸：“听着。她不是常常在夜里沿着小径，穿过树林，到海滩上同我约会吗？你不是还坐这等她回来吗？她不是在伦敦跟我一起度周末吗？”

“那又怎么样？”丹弗斯太太突然激动起来。“就算她这么干了，那又怎么样？难道她没有权利寻欢作乐？男女之间的情爱对她说来是场游戏，仅仅是场游戏。她曾亲口对我这么说。她去找男人，那是因为她觉得好玩。我再说一遍，她觉得好玩！她笑你，就像她笑话所有其他男人一样。好多次，我等她尽兴归来，看她坐在二楼房间里的床上，笑话你们这些男人，笑的前仰后合，乐不可支。”

那天下午，我完全沉浸在幸福里，当时的心境至今记忆犹新。我彷佛还能看见那天下午挂着缕缕绒毛云的天空和卷起白浪的大海；我彷佛重又感到轻风拂面，听到我自己的以及他应和的笑声。

幸好初恋的狂热不会发生第二次。那确实是种狂热；另外，不管诗人怎么描写，初恋同时又是一种负担。人们在二十一岁上缺乏勇气，因为琐碎小事而怕这怕那，无端担心。在那种年纪，一个人的自尊心很容易受到伤害，动辄生气，听谁说一句略微带刺的话就受不了。

回忆全是辛酸的，我宁愿永远不去理会过去的一切。一年前发生的事整个儿改变了我的生活，我要把一生中到那时为止的一切统统忘记干净。那段生活已经告终，从我的记忆里抹去了。我的生活得从头开始。

“你还年轻，差不多可以做我的女儿，我实在不知道怎么对付你才好，”他说。这时，路面变狭，前面出现一个弯角。他不得不绕个圈避开一条狗。我以为他要放开我了，但他仍然把我搂在身边，转弯以后，公路又笔直地向前伸展，他还是没放开我。

危机已经降临，我必须面对现实，必须克服由来已久的恐惧、怯懦、腼腆以及绝望的自卑感，把它们抛至一旁。这次若是失败，将一蹶不振，再不会有机会东山再起。

人们在大难临头之际，譬如遇到死神或丢胳膊断腿什么的，起初大概并无感觉。如果你的手被砍掉，你可能一时察觉不到自己失去了手，而是觉得手指都依然健在，于是便伸展和摆动手指，一根接着一根，岂不知那儿早已空然无物，手以及手指都没了踪影。

不知世上有多少人都是由于摆脱不了腼腆和矜持的自身束缚而持续不断地遭受磨难，不知有多少人盲目和愚蠢地在自己的面前筑起一道障眼的大墙，看不见事实的真相。

一个人要是太敏感，太不识世故，听着一些其实很平常的言词，就会从中辨出许多影射和挖苦的意思来

I thought about being placid, how quiet and comfortable it sounded, someone with knitting on her lap, with calm unruffled brow. Someone who was never anxious, never tortured by doubt or indecision, someone who never stood as I did, hopeful, eager, frightened, tearing at the bitten nails, uncertain which road to go, which star to follow.

媒体评论

"Surely no audiobook collection should be without some version

of this timeless classic, arguably the most famous and well-loved

gothic novel of the 20th century, and this production would be an

excellent choice. Read in wonderfully British cadences by Anna

Massey, all the mysterious and oppressive nuances are made

immediate and chilling. We even feel some sympathy for the absurdly

timid and cowering heroine; it is, after all, easy to imagine

feeling woefully inferior to the predecessor and desperately eager

to please. Of course the story requires great leaps of credulity...

Forget the movie; it makes mincemeat of the actual tale. A wise

seven-year-old once told me, "The book is always betterDit goes

right into your head." This is a prime exampleDlisten again; it

gets even better. Highly recommended."

--DHarriet Edwards, East Meadow P.L., NY

"Rebecca is a novel of mystery and passion, a dark psychological

tale of secrets and betrayal, dead loves and an estate called

Manderley that is as much a presence as the humans who inhabit it:

"when the leaves rustle, they sound very much like the stealthy

movement of a woman in evening dress, and when they shiver suddenly

and fall, and scatter away along the ground, they might be the

pitter, patter of a woman's hurrying footsteps, and the mark in the

gravel the imprint of a high-heeled satin shoe." Manderley is

filled with memories of the elegant and flamboyant Rebecca, the

first Mrs. DeWinter; with the obsessive love of her housekeeper,

Mrs. Danvers, who observes the young, timid second Mrs. DeWinter

with sullen hostility; and with the oppressive silences of a

secretive husband, Maxim. Rebecca may be physically dead, but she

is a force to contend with, and the housekeeper's evil matches that

of her former mistress as a purveyor of the emotional horror thrust

on the innocent Mrs. DeWinter. The tension builds as the new Mrs.

DeWinter slowly grows and asserts herself, surviving the wicked

deceptions of Mrs. Danvers and the silent deceits of her husband,

to emerge triumphant in the midst of a surprise ending that leaves

the reader with a sense of haunting justice." 

--Vickie Sears

书籍介绍

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again . . .

The novel begins in Monte Carlo, where our heroine is swept off her feet by the dashing widower Maxim de Winter and his sudden proposal of marriage. Orphaned and working as a lady's maid, she can barely believe her luck. It is only when they arrive at his massive country estate that she realizes how large a shadow his late wife will cast over their lives--presenting her with a lingering evil that threatens to destroy their marriage from beyond the grave.