I guess I should have paid more heed to the series of which this book is a part: Personal Takes. It was far more about Nina Auerbach than Daphne Du Maurier. On the positive side, it discussed Du Maurier's lesser known works, which made me curious about reading at least some of them. On the negative side, Auerbach's evaluation of Du Maurier's work projected so much onto Du Maurier in terms of intent and personality that this book should have been subtitled "How I Feel About Du Maurier". And in trashing Du Maurier's more popular works (Rebecca, Jamaica Inn, Frenchman's Creek), as well as any and all (!) film adaptations of her works and anyone who had any hand in those adaptations, this book also trashed anyone who likes those works and adaptations. According to Auerbach, if you like the popular works and/or the adaptations, you're unable to truly understand Du Maurier. This type of elitist, only-ivory-tower-dwellers-need-apply literary criticism ultimately harms the artist it purports to represent.