Series: The Vampire Chronicles #1
Published: 1991 by Ballantine
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Disclaimer: Normally, I’m not into vampire novels. Sometimes they’re okay (if you are Robin McKinley or Elizabeth Kostova). Sparkly vampires bother me. This book was really big when I was in high school, but I never got around to reading it because I was too busy reading Nietzsche and various social contract theories. When a friend recommended that I see the movie, I decided to read the book first. It also helped that I found a copy for 50 cents.
Now, to the review… the title of this book is rather self-explanatory; the novel is an interview between an unnamed reporter and a vampire named Louis. Louis tells his story, from when another vampire named Lestat turned him into a vampire in pre-Civil War New Orleans up until the present day. This includes a trip to France, where he encounters a theater troupe of vampires pretending to be humans who pretend to be vampires. The book is basically Louis coming to terms with the fact that he is a vampire, and all that it implies.
Anne Rice is a good writer, but I’m still unsure whether or not I really liked the book, as the vampires were very emo. There was a lot of “Oh, I’m depressed because I have to feed on humans to live, which makes me evil, but how can God let me exist when I’m so evil, but I don’t wanna be evil, where the hell is Satan so I can just be damned, oh noes, there is no evidence of Satan, does that make me the highest evil in the universe? Shit, I’m depressed!” I can definitely understand the appeal that the novels would have had in high school, where one goes through a new existential crisis every week. If the vampires weren’t quite so emo, I’d probably finish the series.