REVIEW - Rebecca, Hall For Cornwall - Saturday 19th September.

This sea-soaked classic from Cornish author Daphne du Maurier had the ultimate captive audience in Truro on the final night of the run in Cornwall. As the book is one of my all-time favourites, I just had to see the stage version.

The production by Kneehigh theatre company opened to crashing waves, a lantern-lit stage and the endlessly quotable first line: “Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.” The story follows an unnamed young woman as a newlywed wife to Maxim de Winter, owner of the mysterious Manderley, as she realises she is living in the shadow of his recently deceased wife Rebecca.

Image from Kneehigh

She feels gauche and awkward in her new life at Manderley, having been extracted from the company of a 'dreadful American woman' for whom she worked as a companion in glamorous Monte Carlo. For anyone familiar with the book, you'll know this woman was Mrs Van Hopper, who makes no appearance in the play which is a pity as she provides excellent comic relief in the story which is at times so tense you struggle to catch your breath.

Fog rolled across the stage to create a romantic and gothic atmosphere for the small but effective cast to spin the story. The chorus of fishermen clad in sou’westers and oil coats provided a haunting presence, and between scene changes a small band played violins and a double bass. Large branches of seaweed and driftwood punctuated the set when we visited the cottage on the beach, and dove puppets surrounded the narrator in a beautiful representation of the Happy Valley.

The cast had an obvious love for the play and the set itself was remarkable: a bridge was built into and out of the staircase depending on where the action was taking place, window frames were held in place to suggest the view and capital ‘R’s were tucked away in the wrought iron on the stairs and on vases. Manderley is based on Menabilly, du Maurier's real home on the Cornish coast. The main theme snaking through the play is jealousy, and it resonates in the clipped tone of phantom-like housekeeper Mrs Danvers, who had a wonderfully insidious presence. Clever set design placed the eponymous Rebecca’s boat both beneath the characters, then hanging above them as her ghost during the second half.

From the wobbly beginnings of the bride to her final flourish, the Hall For Cornwall was transformed into Manderley for one last time. Sea shanties rollicked and the cast spun a web of jealousy, betrayal and the wild sea; which is as much a character as Rebecca herself. 

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Holidays, summer and radio silence

Suffice to say - I have been busy!
Work was extremely busy - living and working in a tourist area means you make the holiday for other people; you help them on their way to relaxation and fun.

The time came around for my own holiday, and for two short weeks I was busy luxuriating in central France, reading the uproariously funny How To Build A Girl by Caitlin Moran and feasting on bread and local wine.

We did all the normal things on holiday. We packed too much, yet somehow too little, we wore the same shoes in the woods, on the beach and in the lake. The 'beaches' actually belong to lakes, being as the central area we visited is very much the Midlands of France, in that is it totally land-locked on all sides. The plages we visit most frequently are in Indre or Creuse departments, and are woodsy, muddy and utterly charming. Speed boats fling screaming teenagers around on inflatables out on the open water, the occasional tourists brave the waves in kayaks and pale, hesitant girls (me) take an age to get into the very cool lake water. We visited chateaux, walked miles in cool shade and blistering heat all in the name of fitness, saw a dust devil on the hottest day and visited some wolves on the coolest.

We did some less common things on holiday, too. Like deciding to change our lives for the better. We agreed to read more, love more, talk more, and feel better. We also accidentally killed a hornet, which we felt pretty bad about. I always get chased by nature, and some notable and fairly comedic special guests this year included bats, wasps, massive flying beetles, beautiful dragonflies, a goat that sounded like a person, and many others.

Changing your life doesn't happen overnight, or even on one beautiful afternoon at Anzeme, watching a clear blue sky unfold above you as you accidentally crash into a French man while doing backstroke. Changing your life happens in a sequence of tiny steps, sometimes each one smaller than the last, but always moving forward.

What did you want to be?

When I was little, it took me a long time to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up. My friends had their future careers picked out - I think one of them even ended up doing what they wanted to do.
Once I'd figured it out, I wanted to be a writer - more specifically, I wanted to be Lois Lane. Not a journalist, or a reporter, or even an author. It didn't matter that she was fictional; all the best people are.

Now I am older, and have learnt 'growing up' is entirely optional, I'd still like to be Lois Lane. She's a successful reporter, living it up on a seemingly best-selling newspaper in Metropolis (which was modelled on Toronto, but I always assumed it was a real place - somewhere near New Yoik) and the girl knows how to rock a bob cut. She's not without her flaws, of course, one major factor being unable to tell Clark sans spectacles is quite clearly Superman. Maybe she did notice, and never mentioned it. After all, nobody likes to blow someone's cover.

I've recently had a second piece accepted by The White Rabbit which will form part of a podcast coming soon. It was about heroes and villains and the ordinary folk who have to clear up the mess after Superman has caused chaos. I'll post a link when it's online - it will be available on iTunes in the early Autumn.

With heroes and villains in mind, and my own journalistic desires, this is my question to you: what did you want to be when you were little? Why? Are you doing it now? Would little you back then be happy with what big you does now?

Leave a comment or tweet me @ruthsedar using #IWantedToBe and let me know how many of you are astronauts, deep-sea adventurers, authors, doctors, shopkeepers, vets or police officers. I especially want to know about jobs you think are boring, but are fascinating to everyone else.

Copywriting is fun!

Recently I've been pretty busy writing the copy for an upcoming ad campaign - I can't divulge any details as the brief is still live.
Suffice to say - I really enjoyed writing it. I did wonder if the content would be off-putting as the copy had the potential to be a little 'dry' but it was a joy to write and it was a great remember that I am good at this.
I don't use italics lightly, you guys.

Exciting news!

I'm pleased to announce I am going to be doing one week's work experience at my company's press office in London for the launch of the new flagship store!
Better get brushing up on my shorthand on the train...

Tyranny of grammar

Why are adverbs so extremely, mind-numbingly, tediously boring and hideous?
Adverbs are the ones who leave the toilet seat up.
Adverbs are the shoelace you snap when trying to tie them.
Adverbs are wrong and need to be stopped.

Suffice to say I am doing a first edit of a short for submission and I seem to use adverbs as much in prose as I do in real life.

New submissions

My new work is another submission for Are You Sitting Comfortably? hosted by The White Rabbit. This time the theme is 'heroes and villains' and I'm taking a sideways look at what it means to be heroic in a world of superheroes. Are the heroes the ones with their pants over their tights? Or are they the normal people going to work and keeping the economy afloat? Are the villains always the ones laughing in an underground lair, or are they the people who look just like you and me?

I've also found a writing group near me and I am working on a piece on the theme of 'intrusion', which is proving difficult to avoid stereotypes and clumsy plot so  it needs a lot more thought.
I watch a lot of horror films (read: horror is the only genre I watch) so the theme is familiar to the point of being predictable - "What was that sound?" "Oh no, the serial killer is in the house!" The key is going to be avoiding cliché as much as possible.

Follow me on twitter for more ramblings and inspiration searching: @ruthsedar
Anything work or writing related is always tagged #amwriting but I am also prone to rudeness, swearing, tangents, observations and everything else. What I'm trying to say is I talk a lot.