Blackwood Farm (Vampire Chronicles Series #9)

Blackwood Farm (Vampire Chronicles Series #9)

by Anne Rice

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ISBN-13: 9780345443687
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 09/30/2003
Series: The Vampire Chronicles Series , #9
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 640
Sales rank: 95,617
Product dimensions: 4.21(w) x 6.83(h) x 1.40(d)
Age Range: 14 - 18 Years

About the Author

Anne Rice lives in New Orleans with her husband, the poet and painter Stan Rice.


From the Hardcover edition.

Hometown:

Rancho Mirage, California

Date of Birth:

October 4, 1941

Place of Birth:

Rancho Mirage, California

Education:

B.A., San Francisco State University, 1964; M.A., 1971

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Blackwood Farm

1

Lestat,

If you find this letter in your house in the Rue Royale, and I do sincerely think you will find it—you’ll know at once that I’ve broken your rules.

I know that New Orleans is off limits to Blood Hunters, and that any found there will be destroyed by you. And unlike many a rogue invader whom you have already dispatched, I understand your reasons. You don’t want us to be seen by members of the Talamasca. You don’t want a war with the venerable Order of Psychic Detectives, both for their sake and ours.

But please, I beg you, before you come in search of me, read what I have to say.

My name is Quinn. I’m twenty-two years old, and have been a Blood Hunter, as my Maker called it, for slightly less than a year. I’m an orphan now, as I see it, and it is to you that I turn for help.

But before I make my case, please understand that I know the Talamasca, that I knew them before the Dark Blood was ever given to me, and I know of their inherent goodness and their legendary neutrality as regards things supernatural, and I will have taken great pains to elude them in placing this letter in your flat.

That you keep a telepathic watch over New Orleans is plain to me. That you’ll find the letter I have no doubt.

If you do come to bring a swift justice to me for my disobedience, assure me please that you will do your utmost to destroy a spirit which has been my companion since I was a child. This creature, a duplicate of me who has grown with me since before I can remember, now poses a danger to humans as well as to myself.

Let me explain.

As a little boy I named this spirit Goblin, and that was well before anyone had told me nursery rhymes or fairy tales in which such a word might appear. Whether the name came from the spirit himself I don’t know. However, at the mere mention of the name, I could always call him to me. Many a time he came of his own accord and wouldn’t be banished. At others, he was the only friend I had. Over the years, he has been my constant familiar, maturing as I matured and becoming ever more skilled at making known to me his wishes. You could say I strengthened and shaped Goblin, unwittingly creating the monster that he is now.

The truth is, I can’t imagine existence without Goblin. But I have to imagine it. I have to put an end to Goblin before he metamorphoses into something utterly beyond my control.

Why do I call him a monster—this creature who was once my only playmate? The answer is simple. In the months since my being made a Blood Hunter—and understand, I had no choice whatsoever in the matter—Goblin has acquired his own taste for blood. After every feeding, I am embraced by him, and blood is drawn from me into him by a thousand infinitesimal wounds, strengthening the image of him, and lending to his presence a soft fragrance which Goblin never had before. With each passing month, Goblin becomes stronger, and his assaults on me more prolonged.

I can no longer fight him off.

It won’t surprise you, I don’t think, that these assaults are vaguely pleasurable, not as pleasurable to me as feeding on a human victim, but they involve a vague orgasmic shimmer that I can’t deny.

But it is not my vulnerability to Goblin that worries me now. It is the question of what Goblin may become.

Now, I have read your Vampire Chronicles through and through. They were bequeathed to me by my Maker, an ancient Blood Hunter who gave me, according to his own version of things, an enormous amount of strength as well.

In your stories you talk of the origins of the vampires, quoting an ancient Egyptian Elder Blood Drinker who told the tale to the wise one, Marius, who centuries ago passed it on to you.

Whether you and Marius made up some of what was written in your books I don’t know. You and your comrades, the Coven of the Articulate, as you are now called, may well have a penchant for telling lies.

But I don’t think so. I’m living proof that Blood Drinkers exist—whether they are called Blood Drinkers, vampires, Children of the Night or Children of the Millennia—and the manner in which I was made conforms to what you describe.

Indeed, though my Maker called us Blood Hunters rather than vampires, he used words which have appeared in your tales. The Cloud Gift he gave to me so that I can travel effortlessly by air; and also the Mind Gift to seek out telepathically the sins of my victims; as well as the Fire Gift to ignite the fire in the iron stove here that keeps me warm.

So I believe your stories. I believe in you.

I believe you when you say that Akasha, the first of the vampires, was created when an evil spirit invaded every fiber of her being, a spirit which had, before attacking her, acquired a taste for human blood.

I believe you when you say that this spirit, named Amel by the two witches who could see him and hear him—Maharet and Mekare—exists now in all of us, his mysterious body, if we may call it that, having grown like a rampant vine to blossom in every Blood Hunter who is made by another, right on up to the present time.

I know as well from your stories that when the witches Mekare and Maharet were made Blood Hunters, they lost the ability to see and talk to spirits. And indeed my Maker told me that I would lose mine.

But I assure you, I have not lost my powers as a seer of spirits. I am still their magnet. And it is perhaps this ability in me, this receptiveness, and my early refusal to spurn Goblin, that have given him the strength to be plaguing me for vampiric blood now.

Lestat, if this creature grows ever more strong, and it seems there is nothing I can do to stop him, is it possible that he can enter a human being, as Amel did in ancient times? Is it possible that yet another species of the vampiric root may be created, and from that root yet another vine?

I cannot imagine your being indifferent to this question, or to the possibility that Goblin will become a killer of humans, though he is far from that strength right now.

I think you will understand when I say that I’m frightened for those whom I love and cherish—my mortal family—as well as for any stranger whom Goblin might eventually attack.

It’s hard to write these words. For all my life I have loved Goblin and scorned anyone who denigrated him as an “imaginary playmate” or a “foolish obsession.” But he and I, for so long mysterious bedfellows, are now enemies, and I dread his attacks because I feel his increasing strength.

Goblin withdraws from me utterly when I am not hunting, only to reappear when the fresh blood is in my veins. We have no spiritual intercourse now, Goblin and I. He seems afire with jealousy that I’ve become a Blood Hunter. It’s as though his childish mind has been wiped clean of all it once learned.

It is an agony for me, all of this.

But let me repeat: it is not on my account that I write to you. It is in fear of what Goblin may become.

Of course I want to lay eyes upon you. I want to talk to you. I want to be received, if such a thing is possible, into the Coven of the Articulate. I want you, the great breaker of rules, to forgive me that I have broken yours.

I want you who were kidnapped and made a vampire against your will to look kindly on me because the same thing happened to me.

I want you to forgive my trespass into your old flat in the Rue Royale, where I hope to hide this letter. I want you to know as well that I haven’t hunted in New Orleans and never will.

And speaking of hunting, I too have been taught to hunt the Evil Doer, and though my record isn’t perfect, I’m learning with each feast. I’ve also mastered the Little Drink, as you so elegantly call it, and I’m a visitor to noisy mortal parties who is never noticed as he feeds from one after another in quick and deft moves.

But in the main, my existence is lonely and bitter. If it weren’t for my mortal family, it would be unendurable. As for my Maker, I shun him and his cohorts, and with reason.

That’s a story I’d like to tell you. In fact, there are many stories I want to tell you. I pray that my stories might keep you from destroying me. You know, we could play a game. We meet and I start talking, and slap damn, you kill me when I take a verbal turn you don’t like.

But seriously, Goblin is my concern.

Let me add before I close that during this last year of being a fledgling Blood Hunter, of reading your Chronicles and trying to learn from them, I have often been tempted to go to the Talamasca Motherhouse at Oak Haven, outside of New Orleans. I have often been tempted to ask the Talamasca for counsel and help.

When I was a boy—and I’m hardly more than that now—there was a member of the Talamasca who was able to see Goblin as clearly as I could—a gentle, nonjudgmental Englishman named Stirling Oliver, who advised me about my powers and how they could become too strong for me to control. I grew to love Stirling within a very short time.

I also fell deeply in love with a young girl who was in the company of Stirling when I met him, a red-haired beauty with considerable paranormal power who could also see Goblin—one to whom the Talamasca had opened its generous heart.

That young girl is beyond my reach now. Her name is May-fair, a name that is not unfamiliar to you, though this young girl probably knows nothing of your friend and companion Merrick Mayfair, even to this day.

But she is most certainly from the same family of powerful psychics—they seem to delight in calling themselves witches—and I have sworn never to see her again. With her considerable powers she would realize at once that something catastrophic has happened to me. And I cannot let my evil touch her in any way.

When I read your Chronicles, I was mildly astonished to discover that the Talamasca had turned against the Blood Hunters. My Maker had told me this, but I didn’t believe it until I read it in your books.

It’s still hard for me to imagine that these gentle people have broken one thousand years of neutrality in a warning against all of our kind. They seemed so proud of their benevolent history, so psychologically dependent upon a secular and kindly definition of themselves.

Obviously, I can’t go to the Talamasca now. They might become my sworn enemies if I do that. They are my sworn enemies! And on account of my past contact, they know exactly where I live. But more significantly, I can’t seek their help because you don’t want it.

You and the other members of the Coven of the Articulate do not want one of us to fall into the hands of an order of scholars who are only too eager to study us at close range.

As for my red-haired Mayfair love, let me repeat that I wouldn’t dream of approaching her, though I’ve sometimes wondered if her extraordinary powers couldn’t help me to somehow put an end to Goblin for all time. But this could not be done without my frightening her and confusing her, and I won’t interrupt her human destiny as mine was interrupted for me. I feel even more cut off from her than I did in the past.

And so, except for my mortal connections, I’m alone.

I don’t expect your pity on account of this. But maybe your understanding will prevent you from immediately annihilating me and Goblin without so much as a warning.

That you can find both of us I have no doubt. If even half the Chronicles are true, it’s plain that your Mind Gift is without measure. Nevertheless, let me tell you where I am.

My true home is the wooden Hermitage on Sugar Devil Island, deep in Sugar Devil Swamp, in northeastern Louisiana, not far from the Mississippi border. Sugar Devil Swamp is fed by the West Ruby River, which branches off from the Ruby at Rubyville.

Acres of this deep cypress swamp have belonged to my family for generations, and no mortal ever accidentally finds his way in here to Sugar Devil Island, I’m certain of it, though my great-great-great-grandfather Manfred Blackwood did build the house in which I sit, writing to you now.

Our ancestral home is Blackwood Manor, an august if not overblown house in the grandest Greek Revival style, replete with enormous and dizzying Corinthian columns, an immense structure on high ground.


From the Hardcover edition.

Table of Contents

Interviews

ANNE RICE

author of

BLACKWOOD FARM


Q: Unlike some of your previous novels, which take their names from central characters, Blackwood Farm takes its name from a place. Does this change mark a shift in your work from toward a greater emphasis on place?
A: Blackwood Farm is the perfect title for this novel because by the time you're finished reading it, you realize that Blackwood Farm is not just a place but a state of mind. It's a world in which a great many people live and strive together to create a house which is meaningful in people's lives. The property encompasses the darkness and evil of the swamp and the brightness and promise of the house and its gardens. Love is the abiding theme of the family; yet there is menace among the spirits that haunt the place, and a dreadful secret lurking too near in the swamp. The novel ends on a note of suspense which takes place at Blackwood Farm.

Q: Blackwood Farm is so integral to the story that it seems a character in its own right. Did you take inspiration for it from any special locale in your own experience?
A: The whole concept of Blackwood Farm—this beautiful Bed and Breakfast Hotel where people go for regular feasts—the Christmas Dinner, the Easter Buffet, weddings, parties, things of this sort—was born out of my experience with St. Elizabeth's, a huge (55 square feet) convent building which I own in New Orleans which has been the setting for such events. Run by my family it has been the scene of book parties for as much as 8,000 people, and for a grand wedding for my godchild that made the news as far away as New York. All my good experiences of St. E's, as we call it,rolled into Blackwood Farm. Plus I put it out in the country very near where my beloved Aunt Pat lived, and used many of my impressions of that rural area to give it a special down home flavor.

Much of what I have experienced in the South is in the novel, and it represents a new commitment in me to the South. I hope after I'm gone, that people will remember me for
Blackwood Farm.

Q: Blackwood Farm is peopled with ghosts who practice both good and evil. What does this say about the nature of haunting?
A: The ghosts in Blackwood Farm are of varying kinds, but my own theories of ghosts have been fairly consistent throughout the Vampire Chronicles and the Mayfair Witches books as well. I think ghosts can be either good or evil. They can come down from Heaven to interfere for good. Or they can be Earthbound spirits who are restless for revenge or some participation in human life. It is almost impossible to know what the ghosts are up to. They can fool you. They can lie. They often don't know their own motives, because they are fragile, partial beings.

Q: Can ghosts demand a relationship with the living? If so, do they seek out individuals of their own will, or does the past (or some other kind of connection) compel them?
A: Yes, a ghost can demand a relationship with some one who is living. I explored that in The Witching Hour. And I explore it again in Blackwood Farm. But the human being is under no obligation whatsoever to honor that demand. Quite to the contrary. It's wise to exorcise that ghost. The ghost should be advised that it's a ghost and told to seek The Light.

As to why ghosts seek certain people, how can we know? Of course Goblin, who is the evil ghost of Blackwood Farm seeks Quinn for a logical reason, but we don't know exactly how or why until the end. That is part of the mystery and we don't want to reveal it. But some ghosts just don't know what they are doing.

Q: Tell us about Tarquin Blackwood.
A: Quinn Blackwood: Well, my hero is six foot four, black curly hair, blue eyes. He is in many ways modeled on my son, Christopher, except that Christopher is a blond. Quinn is highly intelligent and he does not fit in ordinary school. He blossoms under home teaching, the kind of home teaching and stimulation I wish that I had had as a kid. I give him what I wish I had had.

Quinn is really a young American prince—a kid who has everything—when he is kidnapped and made a vampire by the dark force that broods in Sugar Devil swamp. It is a tragedy that he ever went out into the swamp trying to solve the mystery of Sugar Devil Island. In so doing he drew the evil into himself, and was taken away. But he turns his back on the mysterious vampires who "make him a blood hunter" and he comes home to live with the family as closely as he can. When he runs into another awful tragedy with Goblin, the ghost who has haunted him since early childhood, he goes to Lestat. I love Quinn's sparkling intelligence, his love for all at Blackwood Farm, including the black housekeeper Jasmine, who really transcends her role as a dependent to become an essential member of the family itself.

Jasmine was inspired by black people and some white people whom I know to hold themselves back. Jasmine won't live up to her full potential. She is really capable of doing much more as Head Housekeeper, but she won't give up the comforts of the servant life in which she participates. So she does some of everything.

Q: Are his ghosts an articulation of his interior life, or are they external elements acting upon him?
A: The ghosts who haunt Quinn come from outside. They attack him because he is "sensitive" to them.

Q: And is Goblin?
A: Goblin, the doppelganger ghost who is with Quinn since childhood is the essential mystery of the novel. We only come to understand him and what he wants at the very end.

Q: Surrogacy is so present in the relationships of these characters to one another. Why is this, and what is the import of the rearrangements of familial and sexual relationships in Blackwood Farm?
A: The truly great characters of the novel know how to love unstintingly and when a relationship fails, they fill the gap. So we do have surrogacy and we do have unusual relationships. In the world of Blackwood Farm, the good characters simply refuse to neglect each other. When it comes to the unloving characters, like Patsy, Quinn's biological mother, the others do the best they can.

Aunt Queen, the matriarch of the family, is really Quinn's "mother." She tries to give him all the love and all the culture that she can. Even though she's not there, she provides his teachers, and finally takes him traveling though Europe with her, revealing the world to him in her own way. Her love influences everything and everyone at Blackwood Farm. Patsy alone is untouched by Aunt Queen. Patsy cannot be reached by even the warmest love. She does not know about love.

Q: What is the role of illegitimacy in Blackwood Farm? Is it related to surrogacy?
A: Illegitimacy at Blackwood Farm. Well, of course it plays a big role in the miracle of Blackwood Farm in that two illicit relationships bring two boy children into the warm world of love that is the essence of the family and the household. One of these characters is Tommy Blackwood, the illegitimate child of Quinn's grandfather, and the other is Quinn's own child. I have written about all this in a positive light.

I have from my earliest work in Interview With the Vampire celebrated the blossoming of love in dark places, and in the shadows, and the nurturing of love under the most obscure circumstances. I have always believed that love can exist in the most treacherous of circumstances. So it is with these two relationships in Blackwood Farm.

Q: How do you envision Quinn's relationship to Lestat, and vice versa?
A: Quinn and Lestat. Well, Quinn adores Lestat. He's read of his adventure sand he worships him. He needs his help. Quinn seeks Lestat the way Lestat once sought Marius. Lestat reciprocates. He doesn't at all mind coming to the rescue. The tale shows a whole new role for Lestat—playing the mentor to younger blood drinkers who need his wisdom. He can now move among entirely new characters.

Lestat has always spoken to the readers with an intimate detective novel voice. So now he can be the vampiric Philip Marlowe—coming to the rescue of young ones in distress. There would be twenty-five novels with Lestat in this new role.


Q: The epigraph is from the book of Job. What clues to the story does it hold for the curious reader?
A: The epigraph from the Book of Job reflects Quinn's feelings at being taken out of mortal life and subjected to vampiric darkness.

Q: What are you working on now?
A: My current work? I've just finished the novel Blood Canticle, which is the sequel to Blackwood Farm. Lestat is telling the story and it picks up at the very moment that Blackwood Farm leaves off—after a little characteristic prologue from Lestat, that is. He's back at the wheel. I loved writing it. It's his voice for the 21st century.

Q: Tell us about your upcoming film projects.
A: My upcoming film project: NBC will being doing a 12 hour miniseries of The Witching Hourbooks. It is the longest commitment from NBC since they did Shogun. John Wilder has already completed the teleplay outline, and it is simply fabulous. Very faithful to the characters and to the book.

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gohanman31 More than 1 year ago
I got this novel and couldn't put it down from start to finish! I've read, "Queen of the Damned" and this is my only second novel by the writer, Anne Rice. What a wonderful mix of ghost story...a vampire plot too. Definitely, a really good book to read if you like either or both ghost and/or vampire stories. I would recommend this book to anyone for a really good reading time.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was my first step into Anne Rice's world- and I am utterly hooked! I loved how she wrote Quinn to be so human and helplessly erotic. I just can't decide which novel I should read next.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Possibly one of the best books Anne Rice has written. It holds you from start to finish. The book is a masterpiece i couldnt put it down. You feel for Quinn as he struggles with changes and love. Torn between the woman he loves and his life long friend. This is a must read book for any Vampire Chronicle fan it is not to be missed! The background is eloquently painted by Rice in her classic style of writing. It almost brings you back to the Interview with a Vampire days.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the characters. Aunt Queen, Mona, Quinn. Pierce, Micheal Curry,... Rowan has become... less... once an adored main character, she is just worn down by life. A rare thing in fiction, and hard to accept from book pages, but people who go through too much sometimes change in saddening and maddening ways. The Talamasca is front and center to this tale, as Quinn comes to realize his childhood imaginary friend/twin/doppelganger was very real and dangerous to his family. Family values are front and center to this Southern setting as romantic Blackwood Manor becomes linked to the Mayfair witches by the love of Mona and Quinn. Can't remember now where the vamps fit in... one stays at the manor and befriends Quinn??? Lestat. Of course. A lovely romance, a ghost story, the danger of the doppelganger, a look inside the mysterious Talamasca, and the weirdness of the Mayfairs, and Lestat. Plus the book is a decent length. Hate short books. Loved this book almost as much as the Mayfair Witches. :)
cov More than 1 year ago
I did not read these books in order, however I was able to follow the storyline. The characters were very detailed and the story flowed and kept you interested.
Freckles314 More than 1 year ago
The action begins right at the beginning when the main character is bold enough to come face to face with The Vampire Lestat in attempt to seek help in ridding himself of a ghost that has haunted him since birth. The book is filled with unexpected thrills and turns, most importantly the entrance of the Mayfair witches- leaving the reader with a strong feeling of satisfaction as this most famous series of books approaches there end.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book a lot. I must say, for the past several years, I have not been too pleased with Ms Rice's books. Ever since The Vampire Chronicles 'ended' and she began the sub series about individual vampires, my interest in her novels began to wane. So, I was pleasantly surprised, to say the least, when I read this book and was immediately entranced with it. This is the Anne Rice I love, and is my favorite book out of the ones she has written since Memnoch the Devil.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I wisely waited until I actually read the book before writing a review. That said, my kudos to Anne for a gem of a story. While it's true some of her work hit the mark better than others, I have never failed to appreciate Anne's wonderful talent for weaving a compelling story. She could have easily lost the thread of this story with so many other intriguing side subjects, but she held the line with perfect balance. I too, love the witch stories, and have been waiting for more tidbits on that subject. Again, Anne handled the fusion with remarkable skill. While Anne's work isn't for everyone, she has a place of honor in my library.
litalex on LibraryThing 1 days ago
This is another attempt from Anne Rice liven up the old Vampire Chronicles series, by adding another vampire into the mix. Problem is, of course, it didn't really work... Lestat, instead of the defiant and beautiful brat that he was, became a plot device to turn the protagonist into a vampire. Lestat, who hunts serial killers for sport, who kicks everyone's ass, who, if he stayed true to form, wouldn't have even glanced at the protagonist. It's just so sad to see a beloved series turned into such garbage, sigh. And stupid me for still hoping for a miracle, that, well, to use Anne Rice's words, Lestat has returned to her.
DocWalt10 on LibraryThing 1 days ago
Anne Rice is one of the best at these stories.
clparson on LibraryThing 1 days ago
I enjoyed the way that Rice brought the two worlds, that of the vampires and that of the witches, together. I thought this book was very creative and wonderfully written. Rice makes a reader work in trying to figure out what everything means. There were many twists and turns in the book. In the end, no matter how chaotic the plot seemed (like many other of her books), Rice is able to pull everything together flawlessly. And guess what! It makes sense! This was a very good book, I will read it again.
EmScape on LibraryThing 1 days ago
Refreshingly, a new story set almost entirely in the recent past, a new (well, slightly related) family with paranormal secrets to explore, and a new lovable vampire hero. Tarquin Blackwood seeks out Lestat to tell his story and ask for help in banishing his lifelong companion, the spirit Goblin. Tarquin's narrative meanders with Rice's usual rapt attention to the details of architecture, clothing, and decor, which stretches the book to more than six hundred pages. Truthfully, my hand hurt from holding the book, but that's because I really couldn't put it down. I was fascinated, and really pleased, particularly since I just read Blood and Gold and Pandora which were basically the same story for the third and fourth time, from a slightly different perspective with slightly more detail. I am excited to finish out this series by reading Blood Canticle next.
tanisha364 on LibraryThing 1 days ago
This is my favorite book by Anne Rice. She incorporates the vampire world with the witch world, but not in an overbearing way. This melding was merely a side note of the story. This book stands on its own. Any reader could pick this up and understand the story. The main character and his story is fabulous! I was astounded by Anne Rice's abilities to still surprise me with her creativity, description, and plot twist. I felt it plausible that Lestat would listen to the story of the young vampire. After living for so long I'm sure one gets bored and would welcome any such entertainment. This is definitely a must read for any Anne Rice fans out there!I liked that the vampire didn't sever his relationship with his family. He didn't let them know he had changed, and continued to love and care for them. The story of the little island on his property was riveting and I couldn't put the book down. I also enjoyed the uniqueness of some of the vampires introduced. Overall a lovely read!
MoiraStirling on LibraryThing 3 months ago
Hello Quinn. Pleasure to meet you. Wonderfully written, as always.
justine on LibraryThing 3 months ago
A new segment of the vampire chronicles fused with the Mayfair witch saga.
hjjugovic on LibraryThing 3 months ago
A great way to revisit the story around the vampire Lestat that neatly sidesteps the plot difficulties early books created. Feels like old times! Quinn Blackwood narrates the story his strange spirit doppleganger, Goblin, to Lestat, in much the same manner the Louis once dictated his own story. Lestat helps him solve the mystery of his own personal ghost and his home, Blackwood Farm.
Duranfan on LibraryThing 3 months ago
I'm agreeing with a lit of Anne Rice fans in that her dynamic style is slipping. Lovers of Lestat will find Quinn a wimpy, spineless, spoiled emo kid. Someone previously mentioned Rice needing an editor. I agree. Some issues she over-elaborates on have no purpose in this book (enough about the damn cameos already!).I'd been losing enthusiasm in her Vampires after Memnoch. This book did further damage.
ctmclaren on LibraryThing 3 months ago
This book is probably the worst of the Vampire Chronicles. Fans of Lestat will be sorely disappointed by this book, because the character lacks the depth that made Lestat such a wonderful character in the previous novels. I believe her intention was to show how Lestat has changed since Memnoch the Devil, but it was all too obvious that the passion she once had for this character is all but gone. The plot of this book was weak and pointless, and the introduction of an entirely new main character in the second to last book of the Chronicles was a terrible idea. The last couple books of the Chronicles should have been inspiring and full of depth and meaning, but instead provided absolutely no closure to the story of Lestat. The series, in my opinion, was better off ending the story of Lestat with Memnoch the Devil, and providing only brief references to Lestat in the following novels.
surreality on LibraryThing 3 months ago
Plot: The Quinn plot itself would have worked reasonably well as a standalone. Connecting it to the Vampire Chronicles and the Mayfair Witches, with all the subplots that brought, feels forced and doesn't do anything for advancing the story. The forced feeling is something that carries through the entire plot - it's never moving for itself, but it's there to connect two individual series. Characters: Quinn isn't anything special, and the side characters are not so very interesting either. Flat without much effort made at characterization. The family background is touched upon but never developed. Characters brought in from previous books are, practically without exception, twisted beyond recognition. Lestat is simply not himself anymore, and Mona Mayfair makes it difficult to figure out why the reader is supposed to like her and not hope for her immediate demise. Style: Description, description, description, occasionally mixed with some background information or storytelling. The book never gets moving, and reading it feels like getting stuck in a swamp. There is a very clumsy inclusion of cameos for symbolism that grates every time they're mentioned. The book lacks the lustre of earlier Vampire Chronicles installments. Plus: Lestat is back. Sort of. Minus: The book feels unnecessary and as though it was written not for its own sake but to push certain ideas on two existing series. Summary: Only for die-hard Anne Rice fans, and even they may find it hard to get through.
abcornils on LibraryThing 3 months ago
This is the last of Anne Rice's books that I have read completely. I liked it as much as I liked Pandora, which had been the last I truly enjoyed until this one. I don't know, maybe I've outgrown her. But this book was a fun read for a bored mom looking for an escape from the ordinary.
ragwaine on LibraryThing 3 months ago
Great characters, not overwritten but still beautiful. Cool plot and atmosphere.
leodione on LibraryThing 3 months ago
Dopplegangers have always freaked me out. I was very excited about the blending of Mayfair affairs.
sdtaylor555 on LibraryThing 3 months ago
This installment in the vampire chronicles was alright. Nothing special, but not bad either. I didn't like the main character that much.
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