She is able to "grow up" for the first time and become a part of a mature relationship with her husband. After the truth about Rebecca's death is revealed, the narrator loses her child-like innocence but also loses her insecurity and fears about Maxim's love for Rebecca. The narrator feels Maxim's condescension and desperately wishes to be taken seriously and be able to support Maxim as an equal partner in the relationship. Maxim remains aloof from his wife, treating her with patronizing consideration and striving to maintain her innocence.
How does the narrator's relationship with Maxim change after the revelation of Rebecca's death?įor the first part of their marriage, Maxim and the narrator have the unequal relationship of a parent and child.
Even at the end of the novel, however, the narrator is still unnamed at this point, she no longer needs a name in order to establish her identity. Only after the narrator learns the truth about Rebecca does she feel confident enough to assume to full meaning of her married name and exercise authority at Manderley. de Winter" because she feels that she cannot live up to the shadow that Rebecca left on the title: the expectation to be a perfect hostess and perfect wife. The narrator is particularly overwhelmed by the symbolism of "Mrs. Timid, insecure, and unsure of herself, the narrator is uncomfortable with both of her names: first, the "lovely and unusual" name given to her by her parents (which does not match her dull view of herself) and second, the title of "Mrs. The narrator's anonymity represents her struggle to determine her own identity over the course of the book. They were not afraid.Why does the narrator remain nameless throughout the novel? They did not want to hold it close, imprisoned and secure, as I did. This was secure, this funny little fragment of time he would never remember, never think about again…For them it was just after lunch, quarter-past-three on a haphazard afternoon, like any hour, like any day. Here we sat together, Maxim and I, hand-in-hand, and the past and the future mattered not at all. This moment was safe though, this could not be touched. Some of us would go away, or suffer, or die, the future stretched away in front of us, unknown, unseen, not perhaps what we wanted, not what we planned. And we would be changed perhaps, never sitting quite like this again.
In a little while it would be different, there would come tomorrow, and the next day and another year. “I wanted to go on sitting there, not talking, not listening to the others, keeping the moment precious for all time, because we were peaceful all of us, we were content and drowsy even as the bee who droned above our heads.
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