Despite the fact that I do love a good Hitchcock film, I’ve somehow never actually watched Vertigo – I think possibly because I don’t really care for heights myself, and my least favorite part of any movie is the bit where someone is up high and on the verge of falling. Going into this book I knew genuinely nothing about the plot – and it turns out that it isn’t really all that much about falling off of something tall (although it does play a part)!
The writing in this story was excellent, and the pacing virtually perfect. I found myself gradually sucked into the story, and the setting – France at the beginning of WWII – added a perfect level of tension in the background that really gave the story depth. It wasn’t a story that was incredibly exciting, but I found myself compelled to keep reading nonetheless. And when the ending was revealed, my mind was genuinely blown. It was a conclusion that made completely and total sense – but that I would never have guessed.
It was interesting to read a book that was centered on a character who wasn’t really at all likable. Flavieres is weak and rather sly, and the kind of person who always believes his troubles are because of circumstances beyond his control. His growing obsession with Madeline was super creepy; I loved it.
Madeline’s story, the possibility that she is her ancestress come back to life, is done so well. As the reader, you know this cannot be true. Flavieres knows it cannot be true. And yet – what other explanation can there be for the things happening to Madeline? Brilliant.
The ending was completely satisfactory, although I felt like it was a bit rushed. So much information all at once – and then it was over. I found myself almost startled that I had reached the ending already.
One annoyance was that, despite the fact that this book was translated from its original French, for some reason the translators didn’t bother translating everything…??? So I would get something like this –
He had only to think of her to lose his sense of proportion. La femme a la tulipe!
And while I’m pretty sure that that means ‘the woman with the tulip,’ I’ve never actually studied French, and many of the other phrases/words weren’t so obvious. It was rather aggravating to have to stop and try to find a quick translation from time to time. Like I got that a lot of those instances were when Flavieres was going off on a flowery ramble and was ‘titling’ a moment of Madeline’s life as though she was portrait, but it seemed like that could have been accomplished in English by using capital letters or italics or both – Woman With a Tulip! Although maybe it’s because leaving it in French makes it sound much more poetic than our poor prosaic English…
Anyway, Vertigo was well worth the read, and it’s one that I may read again sometime now that I know the trick, to see if I can find the clues that I missed the first time around.
Special thanks to FictionFan, whose review of this classic inspired me to add it to the list!