This is Du Maurier in her uncanny and supernatural mode.
Three of the stories, “Don’t Look Now”, “The Pool” and “The Blue Lenses”, have to do with visions of the protagonists, a bereaved father on holiday in Venice with his wife, an adolescent girl, and a woman recovering from eye surgery. The question for the characters and the reader is to what extent the visions correspond to objective reality and to what extent they might be a sign of mental instability. “The Apple Tree” is a more or less traditional ghost story, though the revenant is entirely embodied in the tree of the title, or perhaps only in the guilty conscience of the protagonist. In “Kiss Me Again, Stranger” a car mechanic has a one night stand (of a sort) with an enigmatic femme fatale. “The Old Man”, the shortest story here, is a sort of riddle tale in which the unnamed narrator story describes characters and events which turn out to have a form and meaning that are completely different than the reader has been led to believe. “The Chamois” is the story of a hunter’s obsessive quest for a single type of game told by his cooperative but unsympathetic wife. In “Not After Midnight” an amateur painter on holiday in Greece unwittingly rents the chalet of a recently drowned archeologist and finds himself caught up in unraveling the story of his predecessor’s fate. The collection ends with “The Birds”, the basis for the Hitchcock film, and a very terse version of a John Wyndham-like catastrophe story. Unlike Wyndham, Du Maurier does not give the reader a neat denouement, offering an unresolved ending, which, other than the idea of the avian attacks themselves and the image of a farmhouse and its occupants destroyed by the birds, is all that is carried over into the film. The story itself is set entirely on a farm and a neighboring cottage in southern coastal England, familiar Du Maurier territory, and follows a single character, a local farmhand with a wife and two children, as he attempts to deal with the sudden rebellion of the birds. The universal nature of the catastrophe is only hinted at by a kind of synecdoche: the silence of the radio and the distant sound of aircraft crashing, heard the during the night.
Du Maurier’s prose in this collection varies from the overly poetic evocations of “The Pool” to the straightforward first person masculine narrative of “Kiss Me again, Stranger”; the sheer range of styles presented here is impressive and makes it possible to read the collection straight through without a feeling of surfeit. I’d highly recommend “Don’t Look Now” (also made into a very good film), “The Blue Lenses”, and “The Birds” to fans of supernatural fiction, though the entire collection is worthwhile in showing the versatility of this author.