Not a single person does not jump to the vision of a loved one – one that died or one that has been ill, one whom they imagine on that table, undergoing these extraordinary measures.
Imagine a flamingo without the pink, an elephant without its trunk, or a toilet without toilet paper. That’s a medical student without its pager.
Other than these adaptations, however, Rebecca has received surprisingly little play on the silver screen. Compare this to Jane Eyre, the classic — Gothic/haunted mansion/madwoman in the attic/mysterious and attractive bachelor with a former wife — novel that started it all, and that many have described as a forerunner of Rebecca.
Recently, I have worked my way back through my (embarrassingly complete) Christie collection, and Ohmygod guess what? Agatha Christie was a huge racist!