Memnoch the Devil (Vampire Chronicles Series #5)

Memnoch the Devil (Vampire Chronicles Series #5)

by Anne Rice

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ISBN-13: 9780345409676
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 05/28/1997
Series: The Vampire Chronicles Series , #5
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 448
Sales rank: 63,563
Product dimensions: 6.88(w) x 10.90(h) x 0.98(d)
Age Range: 14 - 18 Years

About the Author

ANNE RICE lives in New Orleans with her husband, the poet and painter Stan Rice, and their son, Christopher.

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

Read an Excerpt

I SAW HIM when he came through the front doors. Tall, solidly built dark brown hair and eyes, skin still fairly dark because it had been dark when I'd made him a vampire. Walking a little too fast, but basically passing for a human being. My beloved David.

I was on the stairway. The grand stairway, one might say. It was one of those very opulent old hotels, divinely overdone, full of crimson and gold, and rather pleasant. My victim had picked it. I hadn't. My victim was dining with his daughter. And I'd picked up from my victim's mind that this was where he always met his daughter in New York, for the simple reason that St. Patrick's Cathedral was across the street.

David saw me at once--a slouching, blond, long-haired youth, bronze face and hands, the usual deep violet sunglasses over my eyes, hair presentably combed for once, body tricked out in a dark-blue, double-breasted Brooks Brothers suit.

I saw him smile before he could stop himself. He knew my vanity, and he probably knew that in the early nineties of the twentieth century, Italian fashion had flooded the market with so much shapeless, hangy, bulky, formless attire that one of the most erotic and flattering garments a man could choose was the well-tailored navy-blue Brooks Brothers suit.

Besides, a mop of flowing hair and expert tailoring are always a potent combination. Who knows that better than I?

I didn't mean to harp on the clothes! To hell with the clothes. It's just I was so proud of myself for being spiffed up and full of gorgeous contradictions--a picture of long locks, the impeccable tailoring, and a regal manner of slumping against the railing and sort of blocking the stairs.

He came up to me at once. He smelled like the deep winter outside, where people were slipping in the frozen streets, and snow had turned to filth in the gutters. His face had the subtle preternatural gleam which only I could detect, and love, and properly appreciate, and eventually kiss.

We walked together onto the carpeted mezzanine.

Momentarily, I hated it that he was two inches taller than me. But I was so glad to see him, so glad to be near him. And it was warm in here, and shadowy and vast, one of the places where people do not stare at others.

"You've come," I said. "I didn't think you would."

"Of course," he scolded, the gracious British accent breaking softly from the young dark face, giving me the usual shock. This was an old man in a young man's body, recently made a vampire, and by me, one of the most powerful of our remaining kind.

"What did you expect?" he said, tete-a-tete. "Armand told me you were calling me. Maharet told me."

"Ah, that answers my first question." I wanted to kiss him, and suddenly I did put out my arms, rather tentatively and politely so that he could get away if he wanted, and when he let me hug him, when he returned the warmth, I felt a happiness I hadn't experienced in months.

Perhaps I hadn't experienced it since I had left him, with Louis. We had been in some nameless jungle place, the three of us, when we agreed to part, and that had been a year ago.

"Your first question?" he asked, peering at me very closely, sizing me up perhaps, doing everything a vampire can do to measure the mood and mind of his maker, because a vampire cannot read his maker's mind, any more than the maker can read the mind of the fledgling.

And there we stood divided, laden with preternatural gifts, both fit and rather full of emotion, and unable to communicate except in the simplest and best way, perhaps--with words.

"My first question," I began to explain, to answer, "was simply going to be: Where have you been, and have you found the others, and did they try to hurt you? All that rot, you know--how I broke the rules when I made you, et cetera."

"All that rot," he mocked me, the French accent I still possessed, now couple with something definitely American.

"What rot."

"Come on," I said. "Let's go into the bar there and talk. Obviously no one has done anything to you. I didn't' think they could or they would, or that they'd dare. I wouldn't have let you slip off into the world if I'd thought you were in danger."

He smiled, his brown eyes full of gold light for just an instant.

"Didn't you tell me this twenty-five times, more or less, before we parted company?"

We found a small table, cleaving to the wall. The place was half crowded the perfect proportion exactly. What did we look like? A couple of young men on the make for mortal men or women? I don't care.

"No one has harmed me," he said, "and no one has shown the slightest interest in it."

Someone was playing a piano, very tenderly for a hotel bar, I thought. And it was something by Erik Satie. What luck.

"The tie," he said, leaning forward, white teeth flashing, fangs completely hidden, of course. "This, this big mass of silk around your neck! This is not Brooks Brothers!" He gave a soft teasing laugh. "Look at you, and the wing-tip shoes! My, my. What's going on in your mind? And what is this all about?"

The bartender threw a hefty shadow over the small table, and murmured predictable phrases that were lost to me in my excitement and in the noise.

"Something hot," David said. It didn't surprise me. "You know, rum punch or some such, whatever you can heat up."

I nodded and made a little gesture to the indifferent fellow that I would take the same thing.

Vampires always ordered hot drinks. They aren't going to drink them; but they can feel the warmth and smell them if they're hot, and that is so good.

David looked at me again. Or rather this familiar body with David inside looked at me. Because for me, David would always be the elderly human I'd known and treasured, as well as this magnificent burnished shell of stolen flesh that was slowly being shaped by his expressions and manner and mood.

Dear Reader, he switched human bodies before I made him a vampire, worry no more. It has nothing to do with this story.

"Something's following you again?" he asked. "This is what Armand told me. So did Jesse."

"Where did you see them?"

"Armand?" he asked. "A complete accident. In Paris. He was just walking on the street. He was the first one I saw."

"He didn't make any move to hurt you?"

"Why would he? Why were you calling to me? Who's stalking you? What is all this?

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Guest More than 1 year ago
I have read many of the reviews about this book and it's pretty clear you're either going to love it or hate it. As someone who was born and raised Catholic but has had many questions concerning the issue of faith, Anne Rice's depiction of the battle between Good and Evil, God and the Devil, fell right into my own need for answers. What does this have to do with Vampires and Lestat in particular? From what I've read in the reviews, it seems many readers have forgotten about the reason why so many of the Undead roam and rail. Doesn't anyone remember why Lestat went searching for others, what Armand told him of God? That he has no answers, that none of them do! And even now, after Memnoch, Lestat is still not sure. Was it a dream? Why did Armand fly up to the sun to burn then. I can't see how anyone can read this book and not think it has something to do with the Chronicles. If anything, the Bodysnatcher implied and suggested this book as the next level. If you accept the premise of Lestat battling for his soul on the physical plane, why would a battle for the same on a spiritual level be les believable. Anne Rice's literary genius in the Vampire series is in none of these books better manifested than in Memnoch the Devil. Be glad you are not eternal, damned to wander and wonder without answers forever! Buy it! Read it!
Billyboy8875 More than 1 year ago
Memnoch the Devil is the most original of all the vampire chronicles.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book will challenge your preconcieved notions of heaven and hell. Anne Rice has penned a beautiful book
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read Interview with the Vampire and thought it was okay. Memnoch the Devil, however, I really liked. The story of how Hell came to exist is brilliant! If you liked this, try The Apocrypha, which takes this premise to a whole new level.
oraclejenn on LibraryThing 29 days ago
In this 5th book of The Vampire Chronicles, the vampire Lestat is brought into direct confrontation with God and the Devil and is offered his most dazzling opportunity for redemption yet. In past books, Rice has summoned fantastic worlds as real and immediate as our own. Now she takes us, with Lestat, into the mythic world of our own theology. (from Barnes&Noble.com)
Flamika on LibraryThing 29 days ago
At first I was on the fence about this novel. I didn't enjoy it so much when I first read it. It's heavy on theology and the Catholic faith as Lestat meets the Devil himself and agrees to hear and experience his story. Upon reflection, it really is a good novel that really makes you think.
bookwitch on LibraryThing 29 days ago
The last in the series of Anne Rice¿s Vampire Chronicles, but the first I¿ve read. An extraordinarily ambitious novel in which the author attempts to describe and explain not only Creation but Heaven and Hell; Memnoch is told in the words of the Vampire Lestat, a brilliant device in itself. The novel begins with Lestat stalking a prospective victim and becoming aware that he himself is being stalked. This first section features some characters from the previous books in the series and unfolds fairly slowly; the author drops in many references to past events ¿ perhaps too many ¿ I wondered at one point if she was trying to hook new readers into buying previous books. The Victim and his daughter, Dora, a televangelist, are both wonderfully over-the-top and well imagined, and Lestat himself manages to be engaging in spite of the horror of his acts. But it¿s the wondrously imagined and worked out central section of the book ¿ Lestat¿s guided tour of Heaven and Hell by Memnoch (a contemporary Divine Comedy) ¿ that kept me turning the pages, and I had the feeling that this was the heart of the novel and could almost have stood alone, that the beginning and end of the story were there merely to serve it, and might even have been written quite separately at a later date. Memnoch himself is wonderfully seductive, far more so than God, but both are ambiguous; this is an incredibly clever novel that actually offers answers to those persistent questions and contradictions about the nature and existence of God himself ¿ no mean feat.
surreality on LibraryThing 29 days ago
Plot: Did it have one? The story seems to serve only as a background that keeps the chapters together. A rip-off of the Divine Comedy (without the good bits), topped with an ending that a) simply doesn't fit and b) makes very little sense. Characters: Lestat is rather subdued in this one and it's hard at times to connect him to the way he has been established in the series. Memnoch is flat and rather uninteresting - in his case a lot of potential is passed up. Style: This book is a religious rant of enormous proportions. Almost all of it is about catholicism and the philosophy connected to it, spread out in epic detail. The usal overabundance of description, but this time not offset by dialogue or plot. There are several hundred pages when the book is at a complete standstill and does not go anywhere. Plus: It's the last book with the old Lestat, before Anne Rice turned him entirely strange. Minus: Far too much religion and general weirdness. Summary: Read it for completeness' sake only. There's no need to read this for comprehension of the later volumes in the series - the relevant facts are being summed up in each and every one of them.
leodione on LibraryThing 3 months ago
Bad, bad Anne Rice..The most long winded book she's ever written.
celestialfingerpaint on LibraryThing 3 months ago
Books about Lestat tend to be well written, but not my favorites. This book is an exception to that rule. I understand why Lestat is in it, but the story could have done just fine without him. It's not really about him. It's about the question, "What if everything you've been told about the devil held only a hint of truth, and the real truth was that he's on our side?" That's the case Memnoch presents for himself, but in the end, the question isn't really answered. Which is really just fine. People don't want answers about that kind of thing. They want their own beliefs, as illustrated by some of the minor characters in the story.
Seshen on LibraryThing 3 months ago
It was a very interesting perspective on the Devil, coming from a character who is supposedly damned. I enjoyed this work.
sdtaylor555 on LibraryThing 3 months ago
This was different than the previous vampire chronicles. I really liked it. Lestat goes to heaven and hell! Neato. Lestat's last book of any consequence.
vampyredhead on LibraryThing 3 months ago
The 5th book in the vampire chronicals. The vampire Lestat meets the Devil. This book is far too religious for me. I could barely get through it. It is a huge disappointment.
lecari on LibraryThing 3 months ago
I skipped through a lot of this book - I just couldn't get it into it. It's very religious and long winded, and I just wasn't interested. Quite a disappointment, when the others are so good!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is probably the best Anne Rice books I have read so far!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I find this book absolutly riviting
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
to religious for me and i feel not that important to the story line
Tama2toe More than 1 year ago
This was the one book I read of Anne Rice's so far I was not Wow'd by. It was ok. She spoke to my imagination as she has done so much before but this just do not grip me.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So disappointed in this one. Very slow read compared to the others.
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I was slightly disapointed when I read this one. It wasn't up to the books that came before or after in the series.
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So far, my favirite of the entire series.