Daphne du Maurier has a rare gift for dragging up those irrational fears that lurk just behind the smooth plaster of existence. In ‘The Birds’ she somehow lends probability to an impossibility which is nearly too fearful to imagine. United by mad hatred the birds – the gulls, finches, crows and tits – have combined to wipe out humanity. This strange haunting fantasy has been chosen by Alfred Hitchcock for the making of a horror film.
I’m posting this because I got bitten by a seagull today (don’t ask – it’s a long and bloody story, though not as long or as bloody as this one).
Below is the Penquin 1963 edition with cover art by Virgil Burnett.