You are asking if I would have loved him if he’d been mortal when I’d met him, I am assuming?
It would be strange to think of such a scenario. At the time in which he came to me, I’d become bitter and cynical about life in itself. I loathed myself with a fierce absoluteness, and I loathed all those that surrounded me because it was easier many nights to experience a sorrow-tinged-fury than it was to just become despondent. I hated those cowards around me that would not put me down and sweep me away from the misery I could not remove myself from. I did not traverse the worst venues in New Orleans because I wanted camaraderie. I wanted to die.
I didn’t have lengthy conversations with many. I cheated and brought on fights. What would Lestat have done, if he’d not been a vampire? Would he have visited me as I drank an ocean of liquor? Would he have met me outside the door? Regardless, I can only fathom that I would have initially ignored him. He wouldn’t have seemed the kind that I wanted. I would not have looked at him and seen my own demise reflected in his eyes.
I’m sure he would have struck a conversation with me, and I would have become angry and ranted in my drunkenness. But then, there presents the question of whether he would have found me interesting enough to keep badgering, if he had not been a vampire? Because it is who he is to not rid himself of the presence of someone he’s become fascinated with. And if that had been the case, I’m sure he would have continued presenting himself as an irritation, day after day, night after night. He would have flirted about in the way only Lestat can. Speaking hypothetically, of course.
It would have infuriated me that he’d felt enough of an attraction to me to not let me be. It would have challenged me, I suppose, to make him hate me, as so many did. I have an immense amount of pride, and even in my darkest moments, that’s never vanished. He would have revived a strange sort of competitiveness in me that I’d not experienced in months. He’d become my norm. I’d find enjoyment in bantering with him, rather than the misery I felt in the bars. He’d be kind to me, and I would think I’d give up my fight eventually, and we would somehow come together. Most likely in a night of high emotion, because that is how the two of us have operated in immortality.
And that’s that. In this strange scenario where we’d both be mortals, I’m sure he would have refueled a fire in me, and I can only imagine that I’d be unable to avoid him. Lestat is inevitable. A reality in which I’d meet him and not love him seems incomprehensible. If there are alternate universes as portrayed in science fiction, I’m positive that I love him in every one of them.
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Okay I feel I need to say this.(PSA)
I do not hate Prince lestat.
Sure, I may not like all of it, but honestly I love all of Anne rices work and could not , with conviction, tell someone not to read it.
So all of you peeps who are afraid to read it or put off because of the fandoms feelings in the book, just ignore all that and work to craft an opinion of your own on the book by bravely reading it yourself.
~T~h~i~s~/
TL;DR WARNING.
Before I launch into this, the title itself felt like a joke: "Oh gdi Lestat you are so obsessed with your stupid nickname, you hamburger-brained moron" but really he did not coin that phrase, and in fact he resisted it for most of the book. So let’s not blame Lestat for that bit. In fact, it is meant to follow Queen of the Damned in a very big plot point kinda way, and so the title makes perfect sense once you know that plot point.
I finally finished it after picking it up, setting it down, and repeating that procedure a number of times. There were sections that made me lose total interest for weeks. Then I’d grumble and trudge through. I knew some spoilers (bc I had asked for them!), just plot points, but I wanted to experience it as it deserved to be experienced. Even the parts that made me invent a wholly new WTF facial expression. But I laughed more than cried of second-hand embarrassment at those scenes.
I finally closed that book with the feeling that I opened it with: cautious optimism, and glad for having given it the chance. It’s revived our fandom for sure. I might even reread it soon. Is any of it really canon? Maybe. Not sure. I think some good RP and fanfic will revise some of it, fill in the missing parts, and glue it all together.
Oh, you want more? Well I’ll give you more…
Let me just say that there are several canon/fanon-worthy scenes in this book, that are not to be missed. There’s a lot of good character work with several of the characters (not ALL of them, but hey, it’s something).
There’s an intensity to the last 25% that’s worth the anguish of the parts that lost my interest. You have to slog through to get to that, though. It makes it more worthwhile, a creeping sort of anxiety in the story until that last 25% sweet spot.
There’s also a lot of good exploration of the PTSD in Lestat himself. There are times when it really feels like the Lestat from TVL or even IWTV! His brutality is still there. His gentleness is different now, worn sort of thin by too many people abusing it (*cough cough* Mona! Though she was in the right in several instances back in Blackwood Farm), but still there.
There’s a great, short, powerplay with David. There’s some great mother & son bonding (lol) with Gabrielle. Louis has a sort of change of heart. Armand is so chill you might think he’s being sarcastic. New characters are brought in (this includes old ones that we thought were long gone and are now brought back and dusted off), and lined up, they’ll surely be more developed and have roles in the next installment.
The entire vampire tribe has turned a new corner at the end.
I-want-my-IWTV 