Born on this day, 1907: Daphne du Maurier.
“But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.”
Talk about a writer after a reader’s heart!
It’s probably clear by now that du Maurier is my favourite author. There’s so much I’m enthralled by in her books – the enigma, the atmosphere, the unsettling darkness of characters and plots – but from reading her personal writings, it’s also clear that she was determined to be her own person at a time when society was still debating whether women should be treated as equals in society.
She wasn’t a feminist in the politically active sense; it was far more personal for her. Her grandfather, father, and husband had illustrious careers, yet she wanted to make one for herself rather than rely on theirs. Her experiences of writing, sexuality, and motherhood resonate all these decades later.
I love that she took herself off to Cornwall, to Menabilly, wore what she liked (not what was fashionable or approved of), walked her dogs along the coast, and wrote. The simple life she wanted.
A fascinating person, on the page and off!