I find that I cannot read any other vampire stories other than Anne
Rice's Vampire Chronicles. I used to think it was her skill with
the written word, or the passionate description of the
supernatural. That was when I was younger, much more naïve in the
world. I realize what it is now. I realize why I was so
drawn to her writing. It was not what her heroes, with their
perfect faces and flowing hair, had become. It was what they had
become had did to them. It was their struggles to come to terms
with what they became, and how they chose to deal with that. It
was the deeper reflection of their existence, and what their continued
existence meant to God.
My favorite of the chronicles will always be “The Vampire
Lestat”. It is the second book of the series and tells the full
story of Lestat De Lioncourt, a vampire sired within the 18th
century. Lestat is, and forever will be, the rockstar
vampire. Never content to sit in the shadows and brood with the
rest of the children of the night, he seeks new ways to express himself
and redefine himself. Be it a violinist, or an actor, or a
rockstar singing of angels and demons, Lestat wants people to know who
he is. He truly earns his name as “The Brat Prince”.
I love him and I hate him. I love him for who he is. I love
him for how beautiful Anne has painted him on the canvas of her
novels. I hate him because he has ruined me for every other
vampire franchise that was ever written or ever will be written.
After the sensual ravishment of the Vampire Chronicles, “Blade” just is
not cutting it these days.
In “Interview with the vampire”, the first book of the series, Lestat
was a cross between saint and sinner for the hero, Louis. In “The
Vampire Lestat”, Lestat takes the time to tell his story after reading
Louis’ story. He feels that “Interview” misportrayed his
character and that he should tell his story so that people may
understand why he is the way he is. This is, of course, par for
the course for a character that is incredibly egotistical.
Overall, people may or may not like Anne Rice’s style. Some may
find in ravishing and spellbinding, others may call it long and drawn
out. I tend to fall on the former myself.