De Winter

I went through a phase in high school, and my thanks to Robert Osborn for fueling it, where I watched all of Hitchcock’s films. Imagine my shock when the weird romance novel I’d been instructed to buy for my ninth grade English class showed up on the tv schedule with Hitchcock’s name attached. I’d assumed Rebecca was a smarmy romance from it’s red satin cover art but it wasn’t! I’m old, so I recorded it on VHS, and I watched that tape over and over, at least a dozen times, until I absolutely had to use the tape for something else. To be honest, I didn’t read the book, and still got an A on my essay. In later years I did read the novel, and while I love du Maurier’s work, I prefer Hitchcock’s retelling.

The de Winter sh