As I tear apart Queen of the Damned in preparation for my paper, I can see glaring issues with plot and structure, intent and execution that I usually ignore because, well, it was intriguing enough to suck me in and I was already invested in the story from having read The Vampire Lestat. Looking at it closely is not necessarily a good thing, especially as I think about my disinterest in Rice over the past couple of years. I got stuck on Servent of the Bones and Violin, intent upon reading everything in the order that it came out, and stopped buying the books right before Merrick was released. I had a growing collection of Rice books that I was not reading.
Anne Rice went way down hill for me. She turned into one of those writers who believes in their own myth. It's a sad thing to realize, she just takes herself way too seriously and unfortunately the books were affected by that. Now, I haven't read anything past chapter three of Violin so maybe it all improved. And one day I definitly will finish reading the novels following. But for now it's almost painful. Going to her site and reading all the posts and notes and transcribed phone calls and just being like, jeez, enough already. Then I go visit Neil Gaiman's blog/LJ and it's all equally as brilliant without all of the mumbo jumbo-oh, I channel my ancestors and have dreamed of this story since I was four.
( light spoilers for Angel Season 5 )In the meantime: Sin, Seymour Sigmund, LJS, Divalicious, et al. I'm working on a Wish List because I've decided to be a greedy bitch this year. I'm finishing the MA program, Xmas is on the 25th and the birthday is a month after that. This will give you plenty of time to celebrate the goodness of my life at the moment (or at least in that future moment, once I get these papers turned in). Save your pennies, children.
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