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The Wolf House: Punk is dead and it has fangs » 2009 » May

Fabulous vampires: Claudia

Claudia from Interview with the Vampire

Claudia from Interview with the Vampire

When I started making this site, everyone kept saying ‘you have to have a blog! Networking! NETWORKING!’. And, while I’ve had a completely obnoxious livejournal for the last eight years, all the networking I’ve done through it has been completely accidental; a side-effect of my tendency to post any- and everything which pops into my brain.

Trying to put content in a blog that’s supposed to be specifically designed to connect me to potential book-readin’ types out there has completely stumped me, probably because I feel like I should be more worthy and profound here than is my natural inclination. Why I feel that way, I’m not sure, since The Wolf House basically an excuse for me to spend a lot of time daydreaming about fabulous vampires.

So until somebody cleverer than me at this stuff takes me aside and says ‘no, Mary, you’re supposed to do this and that and whatever to network properly’, I am going to make posts about fabulous vampires.

First fabulous creature of the night to be featured: Claudia, from Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles.

Claudia is a character who taught me a lot about characters. About anti-heroines and villains, adults and children, personalities and one-note gimmicks. About how it’s possible to love a character even if you don’t like them.

Even if you haven’t read Interview with the Vampire or any of the sequels, you’re probably at least a little aware of Claudia as a character. Turned into a vampire at age five (or twelve, or three, or ten, depending on your source material), she’s stuck that way forever.

To think that that’s all there is to her, however, is a mistake. That’s just the core of the Claudia legend, the part that stays constant even when the rest evolves and changes to fit new versions of the tale.

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The boy with the thorn in his side

The boy with the thorn in his side

Because I haven’t made this especially clear anywhere else on the site, I should mention: Origins and Overtures, the first book, isn’t available yet, it’s still that utterly vexing thing known as “coming soon”. This is the reason that I haven’t got ‘buy it! buy it now! Buy itttt!!!’ buttons all over the place.

Which makes this site all sorts of redundant for the time being, alas.

For now, I’ll talk about another book that influenced me, this one while I was writing Roads and Crosses (book 2) — The Boy With The Thorn In His Side by Pete Wentz and Joe Tesauro, which is a borderline-incoherent, self-indulgent, frightening fairytale picture book about love, medication and loneliness. Here’s an excerpt from it:

The Boy had been bursting to share this world with someone and he was finally getting his chance.

“He-ll-o” he stuttered. His voice was hoarse from not being used. It felt rusty. Suddenly the darkness consumed everything. The fireworks stopped.

Desperate, The Boy ran down the stairs waking the wolves in the wall on the way. He ran 40 or 50 feet until he hit the shadows of two people. He could barely make them out. One of them lit a match glowing and revealing two pale faces. The stars crossed and The Boy wished he could have hung himself on them. He stuttered again, tripping on his tongue. This caused the girls to giggle more.

“What’s your name?” The Boy asked.

The girl with the darker hair replied “Rattail” and lifted her arm jiggling a dead rat she had tied on her wrist like some morbid form of jewelry: the rodent gold standard, the retching and unraveling of style (have you ever seen someone and known that they owned you before they even spoke). It would almost be seductive if it wasn’t so dreadful. The girl was pale with jet black hair. Strange. But The Boy was in love.

First update

The Bride of Frankenstein

The Bride of Frankenstein

It seems silly for me to scrabble around in search of something to say when the first book hasn’t come out yet. Welcome! Hopefully this site will eventually have a veritable plethora of interesting content to amuse the senses and delight the soul and all that stuff.

I’m about five thousand words away from finishing Fair Game, the third book of the series. I tend to read voraciously when I’m writing, and two of the books I’ve read while working on book three have been Factory Girls by Leslie T Chang and Frankenstein: A Cultural History by Susan Tyler Hitchcock, both of which I enjoyed very much. It’s possible I maybe even learned a thing or two, but that’s up for debate.