The Death of the Toreador
Oct. 24th, 2005 10:57![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
torquillAnne Rice finds Jesus, vows to "write only for the Lord" now. No, this is not a joke.
I find it hilariously funny. Maybe that's only because I was in high school when "Interview With the Vampire" came out -- and while Goth had only just started as a mainstream movement, the lines of descent for Goth came from the outcasts and people who liked odd, depressed music, both of which had significant overlap with my social circles. Believe me, "Interview" was very, very big with my friends. I found it pretentious and unreadable, and refused to join in the Rice-worship, considering it a stupidity akin to the way that my best friend fell in love with Les Mis for a year and made me entirely thoroughly sick of the songs (she sang them constantly, mused dreamily about them, and found profound connections between the songs/plot/characters and her life in only the way that a teenager can).
Anne Rice was one of the idols of Goth, and one of the biggest sources of the idea of a romanticized vampire that many of my friends still love. To have her now "turn toward the light" and become a Christian novelist... I have no words for that sort of irony. If there were a way to tell my friends back then that this is what would happen, I'd do it just to see the conniption fits, the grieving, the rending of garments. I mean, wow.
If you're around me and I just randomly start chuckling, odds are that's what I'm thinking about during this week before Halloween.
I find it hilariously funny. Maybe that's only because I was in high school when "Interview With the Vampire" came out -- and while Goth had only just started as a mainstream movement, the lines of descent for Goth came from the outcasts and people who liked odd, depressed music, both of which had significant overlap with my social circles. Believe me, "Interview" was very, very big with my friends. I found it pretentious and unreadable, and refused to join in the Rice-worship, considering it a stupidity akin to the way that my best friend fell in love with Les Mis for a year and made me entirely thoroughly sick of the songs (she sang them constantly, mused dreamily about them, and found profound connections between the songs/plot/characters and her life in only the way that a teenager can).
Anne Rice was one of the idols of Goth, and one of the biggest sources of the idea of a romanticized vampire that many of my friends still love. To have her now "turn toward the light" and become a Christian novelist... I have no words for that sort of irony. If there were a way to tell my friends back then that this is what would happen, I'd do it just to see the conniption fits, the grieving, the rending of garments. I mean, wow.
If you're around me and I just randomly start chuckling, odds are that's what I'm thinking about during this week before Halloween.
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Date: 2005-10-25 01:47 (UTC)