A relative of mine was going on about how this book is none other than fan fiction. It was really unfair. I've never read fan fiction that was a classic in its own right. The reason why this pre-Jane Eyre works so well is that the author made it personal. The first half deals with her life of growing up poor and white in Jamaica which is talking about Jean Rhys background. Then we get the other parts of the book where the crazy wife in the attic meets Mr. Rochester. At first it is passionate, but he turns icy once he learns about her family mental illnesses. Then she starts to derail. The movie was NC-17. I can see how you could do that but it's really unimaginative and does shame to the book turning it into complete smut. The cool thing about this book is that Jean Rhys wrote her masterpiece when she was elderly. Most people only care about what you have to say when you are young, so I'm glad this book refutes that. I reviewed a biography of Jean Rhys earlier and she was an interesting lady.
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