With our holiday to Cornwall fast approaching, it seemed appropriate to blow the dust off my old copy of Jamaica Inn. I say old, as my copy’s front page bears my childishly scrawled name, then a date of some thirty years ago. Jane Seymour’s face beams out from the cover. I wish I compared as favourably, now as then…
However, I digress, as this post is really about Daphne du Maurier’s pot-boiler.
First published in 1936, this tale of wreckers, smugglers and general early 19th century low life, rips along at a cracking pace. I couldn’t put it down and finished it in just over a day.
Great writing? Well, there’s a lot of rain, me hearties. But then I guess it can be pretty stormy out on Bodmin Moor. However, what it lacked (for me) in literary niceties, Mary Yellan, Joss Merlyn and a fine assortment of ruffians made up for in bucketfuls.
To compare and contrast? Rebecca is back on my list of re-reads.
[Picture courtesy of http://www.jamaicainn.co.uk]