I’m almost to page 300 in Prince Lestat. I could have easily finished the entire book yesterday when it was released, but I’m savoring every bit of it.
This evening I met with one of my students who told me about a project she has for her English class. It’s a mythology project where she must study a culture and their myths. This got me thinking.
So much of Anne Rice’s writing revolves around myths. I don’t speak of vampire mythology or lore, because she created her own world. I speak of the mythology created every time one of the characters shares his or her story. The history is so rich.
When people critique her work, it is often because they find Anne Rice books to be too long, too flowery, too dense. What they don’t realize, and certain can’t appreciate, is that she is creating a mythology of her own. She isn’t creating some transient backdrop so she can insert her characters. She not only gives life to her characters, but the settings themselves become characters. Take New Orleans, for example. The city is now synonymous with Anne Rice. The flat on the Rue Royal is as famous as Lestat and Louis. Anne Rice creates new worlds in her writing.
I’m happy to report, given this digression on mythology, that I am winding through Prince Lestat and stopping to appreciate the mythology along the way. Prince Lestat is a gem when it comes to mythology.