Monday, March 29, 2010

Guest: Jacqueline Lepore

Please welcome Jacqueline Lepore to VampChix today!  Her publisher has generously offered two copies of DESCENT INTO DUST as contest prizes, so today in the comments add #8 to Jacqueline's list of why you think we love vampires so much. [2 winners will be announced on Wednesday!]

Thanks so much for inviting me to Vampchix to discuss all things vampire.  I wonder why we love the bloodthirsty devils so much?  I’ll tell you a few of my favorite things that only a fanged member of the undead brings to the table:

1)      First and foremost, they never die.  Immortality?  Of course we’re interested.  I mean, imagine not having to ever worry about dying ?  But we are also appalled.  Imagine never dying--day after day (or night after night) with no end in sight for all of eternity.  As the Queen song once said: Who wants to live forever?  What would that be like?  Wouldn’t existence get old, boring?

2)      They have “evil” natures.  In traditional lore about vampires, in order to live they have to take life.  They drink human blood, for goodness sakes! (although thanks to True Blood, that problem is solved for nice vampires, who would be boring if there weren’t still a struggle with the true predator inside them—a struggle we viewers/readers love to watch)

3)      They devote themselves to amassing power, and we humans are fascinated with power.  And their domain is not simply over life and death, but our very souls, if they make us undead as well.  They can be ruthless, since they don’t have to bother with living a good life to get into a good afterlife.  Of course, there is the question as to whether or not they are damned.  Poor Edward Cullen, it’s his big hang up.  As far as I’m concerned, he’s in the clear.  Dracula, however, he’s in bad shape, if he ever does get to the hereafter.  That’s why he clings to his earthly existence so dearly, I guess.

4)      Big drawback: their limitations.  No sunlight (very depressing for them, poor dears) and never to eat food (A dealbreaker for me—I love food too much).  They have to sleep in dirt or in a coffin (Ew).  They can’t see themselves in a mirror (how do they know if they have bed head or not?), and God forbid someone spill rice (or the ever-popular millet seeds) around them—they’ll be counting for the rest of the day.

5)      But back to the good stuff: They can fly, so that’s cool.

6)      That whole ecstasy thing they seem to get when they drink blood. It’s more than satisfying hunger, it’s very sensual.  Even sexual.  Remember Winona Ryder getting bitten (“Take me away from all this death…”).  Clearly, she liked it!  I would have thought it hurt, but vampire victims seem...well, let’s just say it looks like wicked good fun.

7)      Another drawback: Don’t you get the feeling that vampires are tragically lonely?  And overwhelmingly lovelorn.  Since they outlive their human loves, they seek to make humans immortal to serve as companions, helpers, etc.  Poor dears, they are ever searching for the one who will “complete them”, which is why I think they make such fabulous romantic heroes.  I mean, who can say Gary Oldman’s Dracula didn’t break your heart?

Well, that’s it: I was trying for 10 points, a la David Letterman, but I think I’ll stop at seven.  Seven is a mystical number—the Seven Deadly Sins, the Seven the magnificent seven, and as you all will find out should you care to read my series, the Seven Dark Princes of the vampire world are explained in the second book of the series, entitled THE CYPRIAN QUEEN (not out until next year).  Until then, look for more hints at this and other future developments in the series at my website or send comments to my facebook page (Emma Andrews, Vampire Hunter) and if you want, follow me on Twitter @ jacquelinelepor.  Thanks so much for having me!

  Visit Jacqueline at her Website


“Old-fashioned vampire fiction--with a little postmodern feminist updating--makes a comeback in this smoothly written debut . . . Lepore successfully captures the mood of traditional gothic fiction, complete with soggy moors, murky religious orders, ancient ruins, dark secrets, and plenty of general mystical weirdness, and complements it with a strong female protagonist for broad reader appeal."
   — Publishers Weekly

“Deliciously macabre . . . The rural Victorian setting is evocative, and the vampire threat palpable. While Lepore’s tale does come to a nail-biting climax, her compelling characters are not finished with their missions, and so will continue their vampire slaying in future books, which will surely please readers.”
   — Booklist (starred review)

Oh, and here's an excerpt.  Enjoy!!

I was twenty-three years of age in March of 1862 when I traveled to my cousin’s home in the countryside of Wiltshire.  The fifth day of that wretched month found me huddled in my carriage, the drizzly gray gloom outside soaking a bone-deep chill into every aching part of my body, which had been roughly abused by the long confinement and ill-kept roads over which I’d traveled coming up from Dartmoor.
I did not know then that these would be the closing days of ordinary life.  The only suggestion of the monumental changes that were about to occur was the headache that had come upon me upon crossing the Dart River.  The pain, as fine as tiny needles being pushed into my temples, increased as I crossed the chalk downs and approached Dulwich Manor.
At the time, I assumed this was due to anxiety, for my younger sister and her new husband were among the guests invited for an extended stay at my cousin’s sprawling country house.  As I was long accustomed to contending with Alyssa without anything like this haunting megrim, I suppose I should not have made this rather obvious misattribution.  But how could I have thought differently, back then?
The house was a large, ugly thing, squatting low on the land like a spider on a softly rounded hilltop.  Stones blacked with lichen and soot formed a plain rectangle of unadorned walls dotted liberally with cross-hatched windows.  It lay dormant under leaden skies.  There was no signs of life about it or any of the outbuildings.  Everyone had taken shelter from the rain.
I emerged into a light drizzle and drew the cowl of my cloak over my head.  At the top of the impressive set of carved steps a very correct looking servant waited.  “Emma Andrews, Mrs. Dulwich’s cousin,” I told him.
He did not quite meet my gaze, as all good servants manage not to do, as he opened the door wider and ushered me inside to a vaulted hall.  I was instantly struck by the feeling of being very, very small in a very, very large place.  The gasjets on the wall leaked only a small puddle of light in which I stood, beyond which I saw only shadowy hints of the rest of the room.
“I shall tell madam you have arrived,” the manservant intoned soberly.
Once alone, I quickly checked my appearance in a pier glass hung on the wall.  I was decidedly damp.  My hair was nearly a ruin.  The expensive gown I had donned that morning, thinking it would lend me courage, had been a bad choice.  There was nothing to be done about the crushed silk.  A smart travel dress would have been better, had I owned one.  But such things required seamstress consultations and fittings, all amounting to too much time, time I never seemed to make room for in my ordinary routines.  I did take comfort in the fine brushed wool of my cloak which Simon, my husband, had given me for Christmas last year, a month before he died.  It was of excellent quality.
A voice brought me up sharp.  “I am most put out that the weather is foul,” my cousin, Mary, said as she swept into the hall.  “I wanted to show the house to its full advantage.”
She posed regally in the hall of the Jacobean house, her pride radiating from her.  She knew her surroundings elevated her, as wealth is apt to do.  She had married well and that is always a woman’s conceit.
And yet, it had not been mine.  My late husband, Simon, had left me his wealth, something I found made my rather ordinary life a bit more convenient than it had previously been, but little else had changed because of it.  I certainly took no pride in showing it off.
“The house is magnificent, Mary.  I am anxious to see what you have done with its restoration.  It seems very grand indeed.”
That pleased her, thawed her a bit.  She cocked her chin at me and turned slightly so that I might press a kiss upon her cheek in a rather pretentious gesture for a woman only three years my senior.  But I complied.  I have no trouble indulging others’ vanities, if they are harmless.
“Come then, Emma,” she said, “the parlor is through here.  Give Penwys your cloak.  Alyssa and Alan have already arrived.  I know she is anxious to see you.  Penwys will see your things are delivered to your room and the servants will put everything to rights.  You can go upstairs when you’ve met everyone and freshen up then.”
She was showing off a bit, taking on the same airs Alyssa was so fond of.  As just as with my sister, they had the tendency to prick my sore spot and made me wicked.
“Oh, very well,” I conceded, “but please direct your man to be very careful with my portmanteau.  It is old, and I take extra care of it since it had been my mother’s.”
The mention of Laura—my beautiful, tragic mother—changed her expression to one rife with thoughts best left unsaid.  “Your belongings will be treated with the respect they deserve.”
We proceeded together down a short corridor.  Above, a series of large arches stretched across the high ceiling like ribs, giving me the unsettling feeling of traversing the interior of a vast corporeal chest.  My eye was caught by some words carved at the apex of the last of these stone vaults, just above the heavy double doors beyond which I could hear the muffled sounds of conversation.  An odd place for decoration, I mused.  It would be easily overlooked as it was placed high overhead.  But I could read the three words.
Corruptio optimi pessima.
I stopped.  Something strange and unpleasant fluttered through me.  The air went crisp, as if ionizing in preparation for an electrical strike.
Mary saw me staring.  “Interesting, isn’t it?  Those carvings are all over the house.  The man who built the original manor was a bishop, back before Henry, when the papists still had the run of the place.”  She laughed.  “It’s a curiously religious dwelling as a result, and I’ve kept it that way through the restoration.  These ominous sayings carved here and there are terribly quaint, don’t you agree?”
My voice was dry as dust.  “Do you know what it means?”
She must have forgotten my unfortunate habit of overburdening my brain with reading, for she thought I didn’t know.  “I believe it means ‘the best of men are incorruptible.’”
It did not.  The fact that she didn’t know made my uneasiness grow.  It felt to me—very strongly so—that it should be important the owner of this house understand what was written into its very bones.  The correct translation was “Corruption of the best is worst.”
The fingers of pain in my forehead dug deeper and my hand pressed at my temple as Mary flung open the doors to the drawing room.  “Emma has finally arrived,” she announced as she swept me inside.


Lisa R said...

It's the mystery. What woman doesn't want to figure out the mystery behind the man er-vamp?

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Giada M said...

They have all the time of the world to travel, experiment everything and be everything they want to be. They can see how the world changes through the years. Vampires represent the past, the present and the future.

Thank you for this post and contest!^O^

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Spav said...

#8 Some of them have extraordinary powers. Who doesn't like them?


Zita said...

#8 they can shape-shift. Some into wolves, some into bats. Whatever they can turn into, how cool is that? Don't we all wish we could turn into something/someone else sometimes. Why else would we love cosplay and costume parties so much?

donnas said...

#8 - Knowledge. The have lived though and experienced a lot that we can only read in history books. They have literally seen the world change.

Great excerpt. Thanks for sharing!

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YzhaBella (aka Kate) said...

#8 They are HOT! Lol, I don't think I've ready many vampire stories where the man and women are ugly, hove you? Hmmm, I can think of a few good hottie vampires right now!...Yummy...Eric Northman....yummy yummy!

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van_pham said...

#8 they're the ultimate bad boys or sexy lady :)

van p.

Taliesin_ttlg said...

Many thanks for this, only yesterday I added Jacqueline’s book to my Amazon wishlist so it was interesting to learn a little more.

#8 sexuality will always have a part to play in the draw of the vampire but, ultimately, it is because they are the most malleable of archetypes.

We have used them to represent unfettered sexuality, a strange development for a creature that represented the danger in the night (or maybe not), and they also represent out fear of death (again a reason why they may have become a potent sexual symbol – le petite mort).

They represent a fight against the restriction of religion or an opponent to the divine. They are the landed classes oppressing us and the proletariat rising. They are the addicted and the addiction. They are corporate sin, they are fallen angels and they are redemption.

They are Christ and Antichrist, they are atheism. They are plague and fear and unfettered joy.

The list can go on, but that is why we respond to vampires – because they are the ultimate shapeshiffter, transforming into what ever the author/filmmaker/audience wants them to be.

Kirsten said...

They beat death. Nobody wants to die.
They always look hot, I do like to see beauty.
They are romantic. There's something poetic about them. That suffering, the hunger, their inner battle.
They take your blood. Drinking your life source gives you a thrill. Will I die or just be loved.
They are intelligent. They learn lots during their endless existence. Well traveled, well read and tons of experience.
Loads of reasons.

writtenwyrdd said...

Vampires are myterious. They once were human, but are no longer. They look at the world through vampire-colored glasses, and what they see is not what we think they see. And you find all these people falling on them to be bitten, totally in denial that they are risking their lives.

I think it's rather like how even ugly people, if they are up on a stage as a rock star, can have potential bedmates tossing their knickers. It's the persona, not the reality. Hence, mystery.

I pretty much agree with 1-7.

Barbara E. said...

#8) The history and knowledge they've acquired would be fascinating.
I love the Victorian setting for your Vampire story, I think it will be a great read.