It took a lot of cajoling, but once I persuaded Augustin to sneak out with me in the night to steal leftover cakes from the bakery in the village. We were fairly successful. I say that because while we were able to stuff our pockets full of sweets, we did not anticipate the pair of territorial rottweilers who sneaked up on us.
God, the destruction we wrought to escape with our heads still attached. Bags of flour spilling everywhere, day-old pastries strewn across the floor, broken glass wear, pans used as shields. We managed to give the dogs the slip and we raced home before anyone could find us. It’s a good thing too. Could you imagine? The baker rushes to see his kitchen in shambles and finds not street urchins, but two little lords stealing from his cabinets.
I laughed the entire way home. Even Augustin, who at once looked at me like I was crazy and was to blame for all of it, couldn’t hide his amusement. It was a rare bonding time for us.
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“When he says I played with innocent strangers, befriending them and then killing them, how was he to know that I hunted almost exclusively among the gamblers, the thieves, and the killers, being more faithful to my unspoken vow to kill the evildoer than even I had hoped I would be? …The whores I feasted upon in front of Louis once, to spite him, had drugged and robbed many a seaman who was never seen alive again.
But little things like this don’t really matter. He told the tale as he believed it.”
– the Vampire Lestat
gorgeous-fiend: #How was he to know
It’s the fact that you left that little thing (and piles of other little things) unspoken that caused so much friction in the frick frack! Argh.
In Lestat’s defense, I think if he started with the whole, "You know, Louis, you can just kill evildoers, like I do…” then Louis might pick and question at that, too, and maybe he was worried that opening up just a little bit might be enough to want to reveal ALL TEH SEKRITS WHEN MARIUS SAID SPECIFICALLY NO TELLING, WE PINKY-SWEARED AND EVERYTHING.
I love your books, I really do. But sometimes, I flat out /don’t care/ about *insert random side character*’s backstory. Yes, it’s something they told you, and something you listened to (probably with interest), but honestly I’m reading this and I find myself not caring about whatever backstory the ghost of one of your victims has to share. Just shut up and ‘go into the light’ already–let me get on with my life! Why do you even include it???
First, you must understand my motivations for writing. The motivation for my autobiography came largely from wanting to challenge, draw out, and enlighten those whom I have loved and despised. The motivation for all subsequent books came from a desire for self-reflection and to create a space in which I could view events in a linear, logical way. That people consume my stories with fervor and pleasure makes me dizzy with satisfaction. At the very center of it all, however, the books are not written for them. They are written for me.
You say some of the details are superfluous, and perhaps they are if I was aiming for literary perfection. But I was not. See, some of the smallest details have the greatest impact on me, and it feels wrong not to include them. How do I properly convey an entire person to you without detailing their life, especially if they have dictated it to me? The hope is that their story moves you the same way that it moved me upon first hearing it. Even though their history might not have any bearing on the overall story, it is incredibly important to me as it is to them. It’s their history after all.
Or perhaps I am simply bad at “saying more with fewer words,” but I like my words too much to reduce them to something less than what they are. It’s an injustice.
I am blown away.
They made me look like Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction.
“What would Christ need have done to make me follow him like Matthew or Peter? Dress well, to begin with. And have a luxurious head of pampered yellow hair.” – Louis de Pointe du Lac, Interview with the Vampire
This is a serious question: when did you realize that you had romantic feelings for your mother (and don’t say when she was turned because we all know that’s not true)?
First of all, do not tell me what is true and not true.
I feel as though I have answered this question a dozen times as if you all expect my answer to change somehow.
Romantic feelings? That sounds very trite. I do not think she would ever appreciate the…bond, shall we say, that we have with one another to be described as such. It is much more profound than that, always has been.So when can I say it first started? Well, at my birth, I suppose.
To see this question continuously asked is infuriating.
Both Lestat and I have, as he said, answered it time and time again.
“Romantic” is a terribly pedantic way of describing how I feel towards my son. Romance is a box in which you can easily place us and point fingers, isn’t it? How easy for you, how slow and simple your lives must be. How utterly boring.
I have described my life in the Auvergne to those who have cared to listen. I have described how it changed when Lestat was born. I have explained how it was to be trapped, to be beaten, to be raped and treated like a mare whose very spirit must be broken at all costs. To have one small life come into that hell hole, one person who I knew immediately was a part of me in every way, who was not the strangely-wrought men I’d birthed before—this was a revolution and a revelation for which words fail to describe.
Lestat was not only my child, not merely the only colour and breath that existed in that godforsaken corner of the earth. Lestat was and is a part of myself.
This has been made abundantly clear on several instances. To continue to ask is to attempt to assign some paltry and sordid meaning to our relationship that it does not have.
LESTAT, YOUR OEDIPUS IS SHOWING.
Anon, your obnoxious is showing.
(Just be glad it’s not his Priapus that’s showing. That work of art has caused as much trouble as Eris’s golden apple.)
gorgeous-fiend: #NO #NO WAY DID MATER JUST SAY LESTAT LISTENS TO JON BON JOVI #NOPE NOPE NOPE
// It’s been a long time since I’ve read the Vampire Chronicles
But didn’t Lestat himself wonder, at some point, why vampires were always beautiful? Was it because they picked out the young and pretty to turn or because everyone became beautiful after the change?
I always found that rather funny, wherever the question came from, on a very self-referential level. Why are vampires always young, beautiful, without flaws or wrinkles or liver spots or greying hair?
Cult of youth, probably, let’s be honest.
Haha this always catches my interest too! I think in canon in the later books, one of the vampires actually starts trash talking on “modern day” immortals because they were no longer picked out of being beautiful or held the romanticism in killing that the “old generations” did. Correct me if I’m wrong but. Kinda funny!
//Yes, if I’m not mistaken it was Marius who actually makes both of these observations in Queen of the Damned. First in the “vampire bar” makes a mental note of how different and almost comical the newer generations of vampires are. Then in Sonoma when he’s taking stock of the entire coven he notes how uniquely beautiful each other them is and wonders, “Was nobody ugly ever given immortality? Or did the dark magic simply make beauty out of whatever sacrifice was thrown into the blaze?”
Honestly, I think it might be a little bit of both. In the old covens of the Children of Darkness it was a rule to turn only the beautiful because it was more perverse to do so. I think Armand might make mention of it in TVL and then in TVA he explicitly states it.
Marius also tells Lestat that if he is going to make a fledgling it should be because “he likes to look at them.” As a generality, I think vampires tend to fall for the exceptionally beautiful anyway. They come in contact with so many humans and each one is magnificent simply on the grounds of them being alive. Therefore it makes sense that they would end up falling for and turning those who are exclusively “above average” because they stand out.
At the same time, however, think about what vampirism does. It smooths the skins, makes it gleam, the hair is fuller, eyes are brighter. All imperfections are done away with and there’s a certain allure that comes with perfection. BUT if the person was not beautiful to begin with, the effects can just make them look monstrous. Magnus is a perfect example of that. He was much older when he was made and was not very nice to look at, by his own admission.
Sorry, this sort of turned into a rant, but it’s a very interesting discussion point.
As a mortal you catch glimpses of infinity: the vast expanse of outer space when you look up into the night sky, mathematical equations that never come clean and never repeat, black holes, perfect circles, figure eights. These are all abstract concepts, however. They are far removed from you and easy to put in the back of your mind as they carry no relevance. It keeps you from going mad.
It is not so simple for an immortal, as the only truly relevant thing is infinity and yet it is still incomprehensible. Inescapable. There is no brushing it off when you look at a face and see an entire universe hidden in just the eyes alone. Imagine then, looking into the sky and seeing the same. You see yourself reflected everywhere and you think yes, I am this. I am the infinite made tangible and solid.
It drives many to the brink of insanity.
For myself, even after all this time, I feel nothing but absolute and dazzling power.
#this could be canon #this should be canon
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