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Blood Communion: A Tale of Prince Lestat (Vampire Chronicles) Hardcover – Deckle Edge, October 2, 2018
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Lestat takes us from his ancestral castle in the snow-covered mountains of France to the verdant wilds of lush Louisiana, with its lingering fragrances of magnolias and night jasmine; from the far reaches of the Pacific’s untouched islands to the 18th-century city of St. Petersburg and the court of the Empress Catherine. He speaks of his fierce battle of wits and words with the mysterious Rhoshamandes, proud Child of the Millennia, reviled outcast for his senseless slaughter of the legendary ancient vampire Maharet, avowed enemy of Queen Akasha, who refuses to live in harmony at court and who threatens all Lestat has dreamt of . . .
- Print length272 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherKnopf
- Publication dateOctober 2, 2018
- Dimensions6.77 x 1.21 x 9.53 inches
- ISBN-101524732648
- ISBN-13978-1524732646
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“[Rice’s] undead characters are utterly alive.” —The New York Times Book Review
“No one writing today matches [Anne Rice's] deftness with the erotic.” —The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
“Anne Rice will live on through the ages of literature. . . . To read her is to become giddy as if spinning through the mind of time, to become lightheaded as if our blood is slowly being drained away.” —San Francisco Chronicle
“Fans old and new will find this book an effusive celebration of a saga now more than forty years in the making.” —Publishers Weekly
“Bloody marvelous.” —Time
“Rice never lost touch with the exuberant, often witty, and always fearless voice of irrepressible vampire Lestat de Lioncourt.” —BookPage
“Immense and rich.” —Elle
“Anne Rice is the queen of sexy vampire fiction.” —Cosmopolitan
“Lestat is . . . an engaging character who manages to live up to his own hype.” —The Boston Globe
“Popular fiction of the highest order.” —USA Today
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I’m the vampire Lestat. I’m six feet tall, have blue-gray eyes that sometimes appear violet, and a lean athletic build. My hair is blond and thick and hangs to my shoulders, and over the years it has become lighter so that at times it seems pure white. I’ve been alive on this earth for more than two hundred fifty years and I am truly immortal, having survived any number of assaults on my person, and my own suicidal recklessness, only becoming stronger as the result.
My face is square, my mouth full and sensual, my nose insignificant, and I am perhaps one of the most conventional looking of the Undead you’ll ever see. Almost all vampires are beautiful. They are picked for their beauty. But I have the boring appeal of a matinee idol rescued by a fierce and engaging expression, and I speak a brand of easy rapid English that’s contemporary—after two centuries of accepting English as the universal language of the Undead.
Why am I telling you all this, you might ask—you, the members of the Blood Communion, who know me now as the Prince. Am I not the Lestat so vividly described in Louis’s florid memoir? Am I not the same Lestat who became a super rock star for a brief time in the 1980s, publicizing the secrets of our tribe in film and song?
Yes, I am that person, most certainly, perhaps the only vampire known to just about every blood drinker on the planet by name and by sight. Yes, I made those rock videos that revealed our ancient parents, Akasha and Enkil, and how we might all perish if one or both of them were destroyed. Yes, I wrote other books after my autobiography; and yes, I am indeed the Prince now ruling from my Château in the remote mountains of France.
But it’s been many a year since I addressed you directly, and some of you weren’t born when I penned my autobiography. Some of you weren’t Born to Darkness until very recently, and some of you might not believe in the story of the Vampire Lestat as it’s been related to you—or the history of how Lestat became the host to the Sacred Core of all the tribe, and then finally, released from that burden, survived as the ruler upon whom order and survival now depend.
Make no mistake, the books Prince Lestat and Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis were penned by me, and all that they related has indeed happened, and those many blood drinkers described in the two books are accurately portrayed.
But the time has come for me once again to address you intimately and to shape this narrative in my own inimitable and informal fashion as I seek to relate to you all that I think you should know.
And the first thing which I must tell you is that I write now for you—for my fellow blood drinkers, the members of the Blood Communion—and no one else.
Of course this book will fall into mortal hands. But it will be perceived as fiction, no matter how obvious it may be that it is not. All the books of the Vampire Chronicles have been received as fiction the world over, and always have been. The few mortals who interact with me in the vicinity of my ancestral home believe me to be an eccentric human who enjoys impersonating a vampire, the leader of a strange cult of like-minded vampire impersonators who gather under my roof to engage in romantic retreats from the busy modern world. This remains our greatest protection, this cynical dismissal of us as real, true monsters, in an era that just might be more dangerous to us than any other through which we’ve lived.
But I will not dwell on the matter in this narrative. The story I’m going to tell has little or nothing to do with the modern world. It’s a tale as old as tale telling itself, about the struggle of individuals to find and defend their place in a timeless universe, alongside all the other children of the earth and the sun and the moon and the stars.
But it is important for me to say—as this story begins—that I was as resentful and confused by my human nature as I’d ever been.
If you do go back to my autobiography, you’ll likely see how much I wanted humans to believe in us, how boldly I shaped my narrative as a challenge: Come, fight us, wipe us out! There ran in my Frenchman’s blood only one acceptable version of glory: making history among mortal women and men. And as I prepared for my one and only rock concert in San Francisco in the year 1984, I did dream of an immense battle, an apocalyptic confrontation to which elder blood drinkers would be awakened and drawn irresistibly, and young ones incited with fury, and the mortal world committed to stamping out our evil once and for all.
Well, nothing came of that ambition. Nothing at all. The few brave scientists who insisted they had seen living proof of our existence met with personal ruin, with only a precious few being invited to join our ranks, at which point they passed into the same invisibility which protects us all.
Over the years, being the rebel and the brat that I am, I created another great sensation, described in my memoir, Memnoch the Devil, and that too did invite mortal scrutiny, a scrutiny which might have seduced yet more hapless individuals to destroy their lives arguing that we were real. But that brief damage to the fabric of the reasonable world was corrected immediately by clever blood drinkers who removed all forensic evidence of us from laboratories in New York City, and within a month all the excitement stirred up by me and my Blessed Veil of Saint Veronica was over, with the relic itself gone to the crypts of the Vatican in Rome. The Talamasca, an ancient Order of Scholars, managed to obtain it after that, and subsequent to their acquiring it, the veil was destroyed. There’s a story to all that, a small one anyway, but you won’t find it here.
The point is—for all the fuss and bother—we remained as safe in the shadows as we’d ever been.
This story—to be precise—is about how we vampires of the world came together to form what I now call the Blood Communion, and how I came not only to be Prince, but to be the true ruler of the tribe.
One can assume a title without really accepting it. One can be anointed a prince without reaching for the scepter. One can agree to lead without really believing in the power of oneself to do it. We all know these things to be true.
And so it was with me. I became Prince because the elders of our tribe wanted me to do it. I possessed something of a charismatic ease with the idea, which others did not share. But I did not really examine what I was doing when I accepted the title, or commit to it. Instead, I clung to a selfish passivity in the matter, assuming that at any moment I might tire of the entire enterprise and walk away. After all, I was still invisible and insignificant, an outcast, a monster, a predatory demon, Cain the slayer of his brothers and sisters, a phantom pilgrim on a spiritual journey so narrowly defined by my vampire existence that whatever I discovered would never be of relevance to anybody, except as poetry, as metaphor, as fiction, and I should take comfort in that fact.
Oh, I enjoy being the Prince, don’t get me wrong. I loved the rapid and totally egregious restoration of my ancestral Château and the little village which lay below it on the narrow mountain road that led to nowhere—and it was an undoubted pleasure to see the great hall filled each evening with preternatural musicians and dancers, flashing exquisite white skin, shimmering hair, costumes of extraordinary richness, and countless jewels. One and all of the Undead were and are now most welcome under my roof. The house has innumerable salons through which you can wander, rooms in which you might settle to watch films on giant flat screens, and libraries in which you might meditate in silence or read. Beneath it are crypts that have been expanded to hold perhaps the entire tribe in darkness and safety, even were the Château itself attacked in the daylight hours and burnt over our heads.
I like all this. I like welcoming everyone. I like taking the young fledglings in hand and welcoming them to our closets from which they can take any clothing they need or desire. I like watching them shed their rags and burn them in one of the many fireplaces. I like hearing everywhere around me the soft uneven rumble of preternatural voices in conversation, even argument, and also the low, vibrant rhythm of preternatural thoughts.
But who am I to rule others? I was anointed the Brat Prince by Marius before I ever set foot on that rock music stage decades ago, and a brat I most surely was. Marius had come up with that little label for me when he realized I was revealing to the Vampire World all the secrets he’d bound me under penalty of destruction to keep. And a legion of others have picked up the title, and they use it as easily now as the simple appellation Prince.
It’s no secret to the elders far and wide that I’ve never bent the knee to any authority ever, that I smashed up the coven of the Children of Satan when I was taken prisoner by it in the 1700s, and that I broke even the most informal rules with my rock music adventure, and deserved a good deal of the condemnation for recklessness that I received.
I didn’t bow to Memnoch either.
And I didn’t bow to God Incarnate, who appeared to me in the airy spiritual realm into which Memnoch dragged me, all the way back to the narrow dusty road to Calvary in the city of ancient Jerusalem. And having given short shrift to every being who had ever tried to control me, I seemed a most unlikely person to undertake the monarchy of the Undead.
But as this story begins, I had accepted it. I had accepted it truly and completely and for one simple reason. I wanted us—we, the vampires of this world—to survive. And I didn’t want us clinging to the margins of life, a miserable remnant of bloodsucking vagabonds, battling each other in the wee hours of the night for crowded urban territories, burning out the shelters and refuges of this or that enemy, seeking to destroy one another for the most petty of human or vampiric concerns.
And that is what we had become before I accepted the throne. That is exactly what we were—a parentless tribe, as Benji Mahmoud put it, the little vampire genius who called to the elders of all ages to come forth and take care of their descendants, to bring to us order, and law, and principles for the good of all.
The good of all.
It is extremely difficult to do what is good for all when you believe that “all” are evil, loathsome by their very nature, with no right to breathe the same air as human beings. It is almost impossible to conceive of the welfare of “all” if one is so consumed with guilt and confusion that life seems little more than an agony except for those overwhelmingly ecstatic moments when one is drinking blood. And that is what most vampires believe.
Of course I’d never bought into the idea that we were evil or loathsome. I’d never accepted that we were bad. Yes, I drank blood and I took life, and I caused suffering. But I wrestled continuously with the obvious conditions of my existence, and the bloodlust of my nature, and my great will to survive. I knew full well the evil inherent in humans and I had a simple explanation for it. Evil comes quite simply from what we must do to survive. The entire history of evil in this world is related to what human beings do to one another in order to survive.
But believing that doesn’t mean living it every minute. Conscience is an unreliable entity, at times a stranger to us, then ruling the present moment in torment and pain.
And wrestling with uneasy conscience, I wrestled as well with my passion for life, my lust for pleasure, for music, and beauty, and comfort and sensuality, and the inexplicable joys of art—and the baffling majesty of loving another so much that all the world, it seemed, depended on that love.
No, I didn’t believe we were evil.
But I’d taken on the argot of self-loathing. I’d joked about traveling the Devil’s Road, and striking like the hand of God. I’d used our contempt for ourselves to ease my conscience when I destroyed other blood drinkers; I’d used it when I chose cruelty for convenience when other paths had been open to me. I’d demeaned and insulted those who didn’t know how to be happy. Yes, I was determined to be happy. And I fought furiously for ways to be happy.
And I had settled—without admitting it—for the old sacrosanct idea that we were inherently evil and had no place in the world, no right to exist.
After all, it was Marius himself, the ancient Roman, who had told me we were evil, and that the rational world had no place for evil, that evil could never be effectively integrated into a world which had come to believe in the true value of being good. And who was I to question the great Marius, or realize how lonely his existence was, and how dependent he was on keeping charge of the Core of vampiric life for those whom he so easily branded as evil?
Whatever my confusion on it, I played no role in a social revolution for blood drinkers. No. It was someone else who questioned the old assumptions about us with a childlike simplicity that changed our world.
Benji Mahmoud, Born to Darkness at the age of twelve, a Bedouin by birth, was the blood drinker who transformed us all.
Made by the powerful two-thousand-year-old Marius, Benji had no use for ideas of inherent guilt, mandatory self-hatred, and inevitable mental torment. Philosophy meant nothing to him. Survival was all. And he had another vision—that the blood drinkers of the world could be a strong and enduring tribe of immortals, hunters of the night who respected one another and demanded respect in return. And from that simple conviction in Benji’s audacious appeal, my monarchy was eventually born.
And it is only in an informal and carefree style that I can tell you how I eventually came to terms with being the monarch.
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- Publisher : Knopf; Illustrated edition (October 2, 2018)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 272 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1524732648
- ISBN-13 : 978-1524732646
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- Dimensions : 6.77 x 1.21 x 9.53 inches
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Anne Rice was born and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana. She holds a Master of Arts Degree in English and Creative Writing from San Francisco State University, as well as a Bachelor's Degree in Political Science. Anne has spent more of her life in California than in New Orleans, but New Orleans is her true home and provides the back drop for many of her famous novels. The French Quarter provided the setting for her first novel, Interview with the Vampire. And her ante-bellum house in the Garden District was the fictional home of her imaginary Mayfair Witches.
She is the author of over 30 books, most recently the Toby O'Dare novels Of Love and Evil, and Angel Time; the memoir, Called Out of Darkness;and her two novels about Jesus, Christ the Lord: Out of Egypt and Christ the Lord: The Road to Cana. (Anne regards Christ the Lord: The Road to Cana as her best novel.) ---- Under the pen name, A.N. Roquelaure, Anne is the author of the erotic (BDSM) fantasy series, The Sleeping Beauty Trilogy. Under the pen name Anne Rampling she is the author of two erotic novels, Exit to Eden and Belinda.
Anne publicly broke with organized religion in July of 2010 on moral grounds, affirming her faith in God, but refusing any longer to be called "Christian." The story attracted surprising media attention, with Rice's remarks being quoted in stories all over the world. Anne hopes that her two novels about Jesus will be accepted on their merits by readers and transcend her personal difficulties with religion. "Both my Christ the Lord novels were written with deep conviction and a desire to write the best novels possible about Jesus that were rooted in the bible and in the Christian tradition. I think they are among the best books I've ever been able to write, and I do dream of a day when they are evaluated without any connection to me personally. I continue to get a lot of very favorable feedback on them from believers and non believers. I remain very proud of them."
Anne is very active on her FaceBook Fan Page and has well over a million followers. She answers questions every day on the page, and also posts on a variety of topics, including literature, film, music, politics, religion, and her own writings. Many indie authors follow the page, and Anne welcomes posts that include advice for indie authors. She welcomes discussion there on numerous topics. She frequently asks her readers questions about their response to her work and joins in the discussions prompted by these questions.
Her novel, "The Wolves of Midwinter," a sequel to "The Wolf Gift" and part of a werewolf series set in Northern California in the present time, will be published on October 15, 2013. In these books --- The Wolf Gift Chronicles -- Anne returns to the classic monsters and themes of supernatural literature, similar to those she explored in her Vampire Chronicles, and tales of the Mayfair Witches. Her new "man wolf" hero, Reuben Golding, is a talented young man in his twenties who suddenly discovers himself in possession of werewolf powers that catapult him into the life of a comic book style super hero. How Reuben learns to control what he is, how he discovers others who possess the same mysterious "wolf gift," and how he learns to live with what he has become --- is the main focus of the series. "The Wolves of Midwinter" is a big Christmas book --- a book about Christmas traditions, customs, and the old haunting rituals of Midwinter practiced in Europe and in America. It's about how the werewolves celebrate these rituals, as humans and as werewolves. But the book also carries forward the story of Reuben's interactions with his girl friend, Laura, and with his human family, with particular focus on Reuben's father, Phil, and his brother, Jim. As a big family novel with elements of the supernatural, "The Wolves of Midwinter" has much in common with Anne's earlier book, "The Witching Hour." Among the treats of "The Wolves of Midwinter" is a tragic ghost who appears in the great house at Nideck Point, and other "ageless ones" who add their mystery and history to the unfolding revelations that at times overwhelm Reuben.
In October of 2014, with the publication of "Prince Lestat," Anne returned to the fabled "Brat Prince" of the Vampire Chronicles, catching up with him in present time. This is the first of several books planned focusing on Lestat's new adventures with other members of the Vampire tribe. When the publication of "Prince Lestat" was announced on Christopher Rice's "The Dinner Party Show," a weekly internet radio broadcast, it made headlines in the US and around the world. "Prince Lestat" debuted at #3 on the New York Times Best Seller list and ran for nine weeks during the height of the competitive Fall-Winter season, with another week on the extended NYTBSL. ----
"Beauty's Kingdom," is the fourth in her "Sleeping Beauty Erotica Series," and the first to be launched in hardcover. Though the first three novels were published in the 1980's under the pseudonym, A.N. Roquelaure, the name, Anne Rice, was added to the series in the 1990's. About her erotica, Anne has this to say: "I believe in the erotic imagination. I believe men and women have a right to write and read erotic fantasies. My goal with the "Sleeping Beauty" books is to provide the most authentic erotica that I can for those who share BDSM fantasies."
"Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis" was published on November 29th, 2016 revealing a new adventure in the life of the Brat Prince of the vampires, and the entire tribe --- as they confront the most difficult challenge they've ever faced. This novel may introduce Lestat and extend his appeal to science fiction readers and fantasy readers who love differing versions of the lost kingdom of Atlantis. The novel does justice to both themes: Atlantis and Lestat. So far, as of early 2016, this novel has received a remarkably positive response with Amazon reviewers.
Anne's first novel, Interview with the Vampire, was published in 1976 and has gone on to become one of the best-selling novels of all time. She continued her saga of the Vampire Lestat in a series of books, collectively known as The Vampire Chronicles, which have had both great mainstream and cult followings.
Interview with the Vampire was made into a motion picture in 1994, directed by Neil Jordan, and starring Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Kirsten Dunst and Antonio Banderas. The film became an international success. Anne's novel, Feast of All Saints about the free people of color of ante-bellum New Orleans became a Showtime mini series in 2001 and is available now on dvd. The script for the mini series by John Wilder was a faithful adaptation of the novel.
Near the end of 2016, the theatrical rights to the Vampire Chronicles reverted fully and completely to Anne. She and her son, Christopher Rice, are now developing outlines and scripts for a new television series based on the adventures of The Vampire Lestat. Anne's announcement of this on FB reached well over 2 million people. "The reception in the Hollywood community" has been very simply wonderful," says Anne. "We have high hopes that we will see the Lestat television series go into production before the end of 2017."
Anne Rice is also the author of other novels, including The Witching Hour, Servant of the Bones, Merrick, Blackwood Farm, Blood Canticle, Violin, and Cry to Heaven. She lives in Palm Desert, California, but misses her home in New Orleans. She hopes to obtain a pied a terre in the French Quarter there some time in the near future.
Anne has this to say of her work: "I have always written about outsiders, about outcasts, about those whom others tend to shun or persecute. And it does seem that I write a lot about their interaction with others like them and their struggle to find some community of their own. The supernatural novel is my favorite way of talking about my reality. I see vampires and witches and ghosts as metaphors for the outsider in each of us, the predator in each of us...the lonely one who must grapple day in and day out with cosmic uncertainty."
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Anne's announcement of the Vampire Chronicles series as it appeared on FB.
"The theatrical rights to the Vampire Chronicles are once again in my hands, free and clear! I could not be more excited about this! --- A television series of the highest quality is now my dream for Lestat, Louis, Armand, Marius and the entire tribe. In this the new Golden Age of television, such a series is THE way to let the entire story of the vampires unfold. --- My son Christopher Rice and I will be developing a pilot script and a detailed outline for an open ended series, faithfully presenting Lestat’s story as it is told in the books, complete with the many situations that readers expect to see. We will likely begin with “The Vampire Lestat” and move on from there. ----- When we sit down finally to talk to producers, we will have a fully realized vision of this project with Christopher as the executive producer at the helm. I will also be an executive producer all the way. ---- Again, I cannot tell you how happy it makes me to be able to announce this. ---- As many of you know, Universal Studios and Imagine Entertainment had optioned the series to develop motion pictures from it, and though we had the pleasure of working with many fine people in connection with this plan, it did not work out. It is, more than ever, abundantly clear that television is where the vampires belong. ---- Over the years you all have told me how much you want to see a “Game of Thrones” style faithful rendering of this material, and how much you want for the series to remain in my control. Well, I have heard you. I have always heard you. What you want is what I want. --- You, the readers, made these books a success before any movie was ever made based on them, and I will never forget that fact. ---- Christopher and I will be posting many questions on the page for your input in the days to come. ----- I am filled with optimism this morning about the future for my beloved Brat Prince. What better way to start a tour for the new book!"
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[NO SPOILERS FOLLOW.] This is a tightly-constructed, fast-moving, vividly alive and sometimes deeply disturbing narrative, exclusively told in first person by Lestat de Lioncourt. The narrator wrestles with what his role has truly become as the Prince of the Vampires on a global scale in today’s world—though not every single member of that tribe accepts his authority, which is a crucial point. As always, the fascinating realm into which Anne takes us, and the seductive voice of the narrator, which makes the tale irresistible, entertain lavishly with prose so vivid, while streamlined, that it seems already like a fabulous film or television series to the mind’s eye.
Also consistent in all of the Chronicles are the profound philosophical and spiritual underpinnings, though these elements never intrude on the pure entertainment value.
Consider this: predators are not evil in Nature itself, in fact they are necessary to the health and well-being of prey populations, in the broader sense, as they tend to cull weaker individuals that are young, injured or sick, and elderly. In Anne’s world here, where mortal humans like us and post-human vampires inhabit the same world that we, the readers do. The only actual evil apparently stems directly from human nature, and its post-human form is basically the same, with the ability to choose behaviors. This evil is ultimately no more than a determined appetite for revenge, vengeance, and a willingness to destroy lives, to destroy beautiful accomplishments, a lack of compassion, simple cruelty, and even a hateful will to cause suffering.
Anne’s vampires are not inherently evil because they are vampires—these creations of her limitlessly fertile imagination are far too complex and fascinating to enact “evil for evil’s sake,” as we sometimes see in lesser fantasies. The moral complexity at work in the Vampire Chronicles is every bit as frightening as the “real world” human evils we now face in everyday life. I’m also inspired to consider: if humans lack natural predators that seriously threaten us now, are our populations becoming mediocre? Are human evils such as endless wars, on a deeper level our species acting as our own predators?
Further, the possibility of redemption, of acceptance of a healthier balance between predatory instincts and the purposes of a prey population develops as never before in Anne’s new offering: BLOOD COMMUNION.
From the very beginning of these Chronicles, which remain unique in modern literature despite countless imitators, the theme of conscious predation—to kill by choice, not only from hunger, with the option to kill only the evil-doer, has been explored. These vampires can read minds, and have exquisitely intense sensitivity, so they know a bad apple: the rapist, serial killer, sadist and unregenerate destroyer of others.
Because these remarkably vibrant, complex, evolving characters truly seem to have a “life of their own,” I’m not sure if the author will agree with the following theory of mine. My feeling is that beginning in the first novel of the series, INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE, Lestat’s beloved Louis de Pointe du Lac not only helped him enter the modern world of the 19th century. Despite Lestat’s later disclaimer in THE VAMPIRE LESTAT, I feel he actually was becoming jaded and quite monstrous in his predation upon mortals before he met Louis. It seems to me that Louis’s initial distaste for taking human life actually re-awakened the human heart within Lestat, whose struggle with his conscience continues ever since through the series.
What Lestat at first viewed as Louis’s weakness, Lestat himself eventually embraced as a virtue. These two are powerfully bonded by love, and at the same time have most often found it difficult to co-exist. In these last few novels, they are accepting their interdependence.
Now with BLOODCOMMUNION, Lestat resumes full first-person control in his distinct voice with a story particularly concise, suspenseful, filled with intense action and dramatic changes. The primary theme is how Lestat deals with and comes to accept his position as Prince of his Tribe. He no longer houses the collective “core” of the Vampire Tribe, as The Queen of the Damned, Akasha, then Mekare, and he himself did, until the volume before this one: PRINCE LESTAT AND THE REALMS OF ATLANTIS. Yet now Lestat is still hailed by most of his kind, as their leader, due perhaps partly to his sheer charisma, as well as the fact of his original mortal family’s old noble, if not royal blood. The vampires are presently dwindled in numbers, due to numerous incinerations by Akasha and then Amel, and many recognize the need for a leader with understanding for recent fledglings in the Dark Gift, as well as the extremely ancient ones who continue to emerge.
There are a few who reject his authority, and from among them, the major challenge of this story arises. Also, all along Lestat has expressed a certain ambiguity and uncertainty about this role. Initially he stated that he refused to be called “The Prince of the Damned,” though doubtless some of the veneration pleases his vanity. At the same time, the matter of conscious predation returns as an important theme this time around. Yes, these vampires are driven to drink mortal blood, and even to kill, simply to survive, though the older they are and the more ancient the blood they have consumed, the less they need to survive on. In their nature, there is a kind of thirst for blood, not at all unlike the human lust for erotic pleasure—still, these are conscious beings, and they have the choice of what victims they feed upon or kill. This actually produces an ingenious dilemma also timely for mortals, in different ways.
This theme of predator and prey gains even more depth here, when Lestat—as he has for the last few novels—periodically fights his own urge to drink of “innocent blood.” Though his conscience urges him otherwise, some mysterious compulsion within him seeks this, as if the quality of the victim influences how the blood affects him in deeper ways. Does he seek to regain more of his own original innocence this way? We certainly know that to drink the blood of ancient vampires, who sometimes willingly share it, renders a younger vampire more powerful.
We’ve known for some time, since the last novel at least, that Prince Lestat intends to eventually rule as something like a constitutional monarch, rather than an absolute ruler. His gifted friend and mentor Marius, we are told, is working on drafting a constitution to govern the Children of Darkness. Most likely this will include such issues as principles that relate to vampires killing their own kind (a taboo that led to Claudia’s death in the first book, even though she only attempted it) and shedding the blood of innocent mortals, as well as confining or enslaving other varieties of non-mortal beings. Probably a sort of council or parliament will administer such principles.
None of these difficult issues are likely to be subject to simple and absolute “laws,” but given the brilliance of these immortals, the actual text would prove both eloquent and wise—at least within the parameters of the nature and needs of these Blood Drinkers. Perhaps something that lies ahead of these characters beyond the end of BLOOD COMMUNION, is this matter of governance: is democracy subject to abuses actually better than a benign monarchy? Clearly a wise and enlightened monarch is far better than a corrupt president. And yet how do you deal with a corrupt and tyrannical monarch?
Please don’t get the impression this is a philosophical novel, despite my discussion. I’m a philosopher by nature, but BLOOD COMMUNION is riveting entertainment, plus a fine work of literary art.
I suggest you sink your fangs into this marvelous book and savor its flavors!
— Bruce P. Grether
This review is spoiler free by the way, so please don't worry.
The book is narrated entirely by Lestat which to me was a welcome relief from the many, many voices that have shared the pages with him in the previous novels. I do love his view of things even if a first-person narrator can never tell a story entirely truthfully. And so, for the sake of listening to Prince Lestat’s voice, we have to live with hearing only his side of the tale and while that is enough, it is not entirely satisfying. But then again, how can you not love his voice and the careless determination with which he gives away the end of the story on the very first page?
“This is the story of how I accepted…”
We meet Lestat in his family’s chateau in the mountains of the Auvergne in France. The castle is mostly restored and houses a massive court. It is the attempt to form a center for vampire customs and life even though it seems to be impossible to integrate so many millenia and backgrounds into one common culture. Yet, when reading about this court, another comes to mind. The great Versailles. Doesn’t it make you smile that the Sunking of old has been replaced by a Prince of the Night?
Yes, there is character development. At least in some vampires. And yet others, like the eternal boy Armand remain stagnant. To a point that he doesn’t even realize the irony when he, a former cult leader who gave himself up to the sun in a fit of religious fever, accuses others and is entirely unforgiving: “I don’t care what the spirit moved either of you to believe.” That moment made me smile because in the midst of all the change, some things remain, for better or for worse.
We’ve always known Lestat as the Byronic Hero, by definition "a man proud, moody, cynical, with defiance on his brow, and misery in his heart, a scorner of his kind, implacable in revenge, yet capable of deep and strong affection" (Christiansen, Rupert, Romantic Affinities: Portraits From an Age, 1780–1830, 1989, Cardina, 221) . A character described by Lord Byron himself in the following words:
He knew himself a villain—but he deem'd
The rest no better than the thing he seem'd;
And scorn'd the best as hypocrites who hid
Those deeds the bolder spirit plainly did.
He knew himself detested, but he knew
The hearts that loath'd him, crouch'd and dreaded too.
Lone, wild, and strange, he stood alike exempt
From all affection and from all contempt
(The Corsair, 1814)
Countless many of you, dear readers and fans, have identified with the Bratprince because he struck that melancholic and yet defiant cord in you. I have, too. All my teenage years and further into my late 20s. Romantics and Goths, Outcasts, the Others, the ones not quite fitting in, those a little queer – we have always loved Lestat because we knew, he loved us back not despite but because of the way the world frowned at us.
But now, after almost three hundred years alive and 42 years on the pages of the Vampire Chronicles Lestat has matured – oh, the horror – to a point that I struggle to still describe him as the Byronic Hero of old. And I am strangely okay with that. We might all be strangely okay with that. Is that because we matured out of the rebellion, the otherness, the queerness, the defiance of the outcast, or is there much more to it?
Is the Byronic Hero capable of understanding that he is only an outcast because he choses to accept the labels given to him by a society that defines normal and acceptable? Is he able to free himself from what he has to recognize as a self-imposed exile? More importantly, what does that liberation look like?
Anne Rice explores those questions in this book. Questions that are not only of importance in a fictional, vampiric world, but also very much to the outcasts of today. Yes, the Goths, but also the Queers, the women, the People of Color, everyone not quite fitting into a white, patriarchal, cis- and heteronormative world. I don’t know how it is with you, dear Reader, but I have yet to meet an admirer of the Vampire Chronicles who does fit into that world. All of us, we are at least a little different, a little queer, a little outcast. So, this book and the journey of Lestat and the vampires to form one tribe under one rule, is our journey as well. The term intersectionality comes to mind and how much our society still struggles with it.
Blood Communion… It doesn’t get more Christian, does it? It is beautiful and extremely satisfying to see the Blood Religion (blood sacrified to vampire “gods”) of old, evolving into the selfless sacrifice of one of those “gods” themselves to save the ones dear to them. What an analogy to the bloodthirst of the Old Testament God and the selflessness of New Testament Jesus. Maybe it was that sacrifice that made God entirely human in Jesus Christ… and maybe it is that sacrifice that could give the vampires their humanity back. “There is no greater love than to lay down one's life for one's friends.” (John 15:13).
A Blood Communion is also a Blood Community. The same community that Lestat tries to establish in his castle. But does that mean that the outcast is no more? That the defiance and the pride that came with it, the otherness, the queerness have been overcome to form a community of likeminded creatures? Has Anne Rice slain her Byromic Hero for the sake of conformity?
The outcast (and isn’t the vampire the perfect image?) is defined by the ones casting them out. If the outcast decides not to be defined by what is considered normal and acceptable, they can find their tribe. And how can a whole tribe of outcasts possibly still be defined as being outcast at all?
I am woman married to another woman. I read my dear wife a quote from this book and she, a seasoned and gender-nonconforming warrior in the fight for LGBTQ rights, she cried.
“It was a different kind of life, our life, defined by how we wanted to dress, to dance, to speak, to be together. And mortal life had nothing to do with it.”
And cis/heteronormative life had nothing to do with it.
She wants to have this quote framed and hung on our wall.
In this cis/heteronormative world we live in, just like in the vampiric one, nothing is more important than creating communion and community. The outcast, vampiric or human realizes that all it takes to finally belong to a tribe, is to stop trying so hard to belong to the ones who made them an outcast in the first place. That’s how community and communion are created without giving anything up. When the outcasts stop trying to fit it, they turn to their own tribe, their home and the very thing that made them an outcast in the first place becomes the new standard, a common truth. Labels, the book says, do matter. But only those you choose for yourself.
That’s what I took from this book. Just that. To me, that matters. To me, it is important. Because it is that, what makes me strangely okay with Lestat not being the Byronic Hero anymore. There is no need for any of it when he belongs, in all his otherness, to a community that has enough pride to celebrate that otherness without trying to justify it, without trying to mimic a world that will never fully embrace them.
Dear Readers, dear Fans, dear fellow Queers and “Outcasts”, this book makes you desire nothing more than find, reunite, strengthen the bonds with your own tribe. I guess Lestat would say: "The labels others give you do not matter. Nobody defines you but yourself."
I am a bisexual Christian and female immigrant. I really needed to hear that.
For too long now reviewers and journalists have called Anne Rice the “Queen of the Damned”. Her vampires are not damned anymore. Let’s give her a new title: Queen of the Outcasts, of the Others, of the Romantics and Goths. She’s written again and again that she identifies with Lestat anyway and that she writes from the perspective of a gay man. So, all hail, the Queen of the Queers!
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Good to know what the Brat Prince and his courtiers are up to, and interesting to see more insights into their system of government, and how they hope to bring the vampire 'tribe' together in the modern age, with an abundance of wealth, compassion, justice, and a leader who finds mesmeric beauty in all walks of life.
I always respect and appreciate Anne Rice's work, as she experiments with ideas, perhaps beginning with a line or an event, without knowing exactly how it's going to pan out. It is a joy to read this discovery, as much as I imagine it would have been to write it.
That said, there were a few things that niggled me. Firstly, the character of Rhoshamandes: he is quite a perplexing mystery, and I can't seem to get a grasp on his motives. If he has a split personality, I'm surprised that wasn't made more of a feature. I'm really not sure what to make of him; there seem so many loose ends and conflicting theories. But, such is life on occasion, and I'm sure the afterlife is no different, in having its share of frustrating enigmas? Secondly, if vampire science is now so highly evolved, why aren't certain 'deaths' able to be verified? Thirdly, what has happened to poor Pandora? She is barely a shadow of her former self (it's kind of depressing). There are so many new characters now - which is lovely - but means one is left craving for more than an outline of each of them, and likewise, it's hard to hear the more familiar characters 'thinking,' which was what I loved so much about past Chronicles. But. Perhaps this is yet to come. I did, however, enjoy the focus on Armand, and Gregory.
The writing style has changed a lot, generally becoming less descriptive and more chatty, which may or may not work for you. I've read all of the main books (excluding the ones with the Mayfair witches, and Vittorio) and was impressed by the predecessor to this one; 'Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis,' and this one is ok. Things happen and there is dancing throughout. There are some dark moments, but it is not a tale of woe. In one respect, one wonders whether reading about characters pushing through a life of struggle, and trying to maintain a glimpse of the light at the end of the tunnel, may feel more rewarding, and like it has more substance, but, I think it's equally bold to write about characters who, on the surface, have all the wealth and popularity they desire, and where do they go next? What about when the old dark starts to creep in? What are the responsibilities of someone who doesn't need to fight to survive? Such are the challenges of the new Lestat.
The book gives a flicker of a promising new direction if you look out for it. It also contains philosophies one could read more deeply into, but on the whole they are referenced so delicately, the story is a very easy read, with some lovely visuals to finish it off. I've only given it 3 stars, as it was a bit predictable, and not my favourite of the series, but I'm glad to have been brought into the vampire world once again.












