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A couple of days ago I was reading a story by Daphne du Maurier, who I think is generally a very good writer. However, in this tale the heroine (admittedly an actress, which may be shorthand for "slightly insane") was: imprisoned by a sinister man; decided he was ok, if eccentric; talked to him openly about sex; discovered that he was a dangerous terrorist; had sex with him; saw him blow up a church; learned that he had destroyed a string of targets over 20 years; told him that she loved him and wanted to join his terrorist cell; and, having been rejected, decided that she hated him and would kill him - all in the space of two days. I realise that shorter fiction has to compress things, but such a course of action made me think that the dangerous terrorist was the balanced one of the pair.
The point about this is that such crazy behaviour is the sort of thing women seem to do in older stories (this was the '70s). I could almost understand it if the writer was a man, especially of the gruff-old-major type, but du Maurier was a pretty sophisticated novelist. There does seem to have been a belief, quite widespread, that a woman's response to anything could be realistically determined by rolling a dice every paragraph or so (1: I hate you, I hate you! 2: Dahling, take me with you! All the way to 6: leap out the window). Odd.