So i’ve finished The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice, and I can say i’m extremely glad that I did. I read the book in a couple of days, and I just fell in love with her gothic prose all over again. The nods to the great creators of vampiric literature, the settings, and of course the characters. I remember starting the book about five years ago and putting it down because it felt too different that Interview With The vampire, and it took me all of that time to realise that was a good thing.
It’s a shame we haven’t seen an adaptation of the novel, which could in its own right rival the complexities and the themes of isolation. It’s fun, delicate, and the pages turn effortlessly as if by magic. If you don’t know what i’m talking about, the Vampire Lestat is a story about a vampire who becomes a rockstar, and delves into how he was made.
In other news i’ve been asked to write a guide for a game, I didn’t even apply for this job, which means somewhere someone looked at my profile and thought “There’s someone who looks like they can lie in a convincing manner”. It’s a little bit of money, and mostly it’s experience, which I believe is always helpful if you look at it the right way.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the dead, and those that seek them out. Thoughts on classic Romero zombie, equipped with shuffling movements and green skin. I’m a romantic at heart and I think that zombies could be the result of a pointless life, where in death the body is inhabited by a spirit that just wants to go everywhere and socialise.
Maybe it’s infectious, maybe you’re born with it (sorry), but I think at the heart of every zombie is the desire to just stop caring. No body image, happy to mingle, and ignoring the issues surrounding fast food; which as we know is just terrible (especially when it’s screaming).
My thoughts also turned to the strange creatures like the ghoul, a somewhat obscure and often overlooked evil in today’s horror world, but as a child watching the Monster Club I was terrified. Something not quite dead, not quite un-human in appearance, but completely alien in personality. A fiend from a Lovecraftian story, and completely and utterly macabre.
I wondered what it would be like to live in a world with zombies, and how we would feel about ghouls- a creature that feeds on the rotting dead -living within our society. Would these strange and smelly creatures be a welcomed evil, or would ghouls themselves find the un-dead simply disgusting?
People argue about the future of literature, suggesting that ideas and stories have grown as far as they can possibly go, and everything now is either passé or done to death. maybe in some ways they are right, but when I look at literature I see islands in the ocean, beautiful and sometimes developed, but there’s a lot that can be learnt from connecting them, going under, and exploring the depth of what we know.
I’m sure everyone know’s about Tolkien, or at least sees his shadow in fantasy everywhere, but there is still so much we simply don’t know about, and often w find people either trying to find a new island to build, or just try and copy the work before. Sometimes it’s like we’ve explored the length and breadth of the world, and think that’s enough, but then perhaps we could learn a lot from understanding and going deeper.