
Begins as a comedy of manners and a straightforward romance (but then, so does Jane Eyre.) Time is unmoored in the action and the unnamed narrator‘s social class is vague, and it is striking that the novel‘s title is not HER name, as would be conventional, but that of someone dead. The dominant dead woman's scent hauntingly lingers on old clothes & the burning question at the close is: has the narrator exorcised Rebecca OR become possessed by her?