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Blog Topic of the Week: Vampires!
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“I never drink…wine.” –Count Dracula, in Bram Stoker’s Dracula

 “I have never met a vampire personally, but I don't know what might happen tomorrow.” –Bela Lugosi

Red Room is finally going down the Transylvania Turnpike, consorting with villainous Vlads and leering Lestats. Please blog this week about vampires! (And tag your post vampire blog.)

“They had forgotten the first lesson, that we are to be powerful, beautiful, and without regret.” –Armand, in Anne Rice’s Interview with the Vampire

 “Okay, first of all, what's with the outfit? Live in the now, okay? You look like DeBarge!” –Buffy the Vampire Slayer

What’s your favorite vampire story? Do you believe in vampires? Do you believe you are a vampire—or are you just a night person? Ve vant to read your blogs!

“Go sit down and look pale.” –Edward Cullen, in Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight

 Several bloggers will win books by Red Room authors:

  • Historical fiction based on a real-life 18th-century figure, Louise Marley's Mozart's Blood is "the story of an opera singer who becomes a reluctant vampire, and the mysterious Italian werewolf who befriends her."
  • In Alexandra Sokoloff's The Shifters, "three extraordinary sisters are charged with managing the underground paranormal communities of New Orleans."
  • "When the sun goes down and everything is wonderfully cold and dark, a vampire boy and a little witch go searching for children in the night." Lisa Brown's playful Vampire Boy's Good Night is the perfect first vampire book for any little fan of spooky stories.

“Vampires have often found it advantageous to maintain a hidden presence in humanity’s most powerful institutions. In the 1600s, it was the Catholic church, and today, as you all know, it’s Google, Fox News…”

–Bill Compton, True Blood

And, before too long probably, Red Room...

So post a blog entry today about Red Room's topic of the week

"Vampires!"

For help on how to blog, please see the directions here. We'll choose one of these blog posts to be featured on Red Room's homepage next week. Post your entry by Friday at 10:30 a.m. PDT (GMT-08:00) for consideration, and be sure to tag it with the keyword term vampire blog in the Blog Keyword Tags field so we can find it. (Please don't forget the exact tag. For more information about tags, click here.)

And don't forget to check out last week's entries about Italy. From a return visit to Pompeii after fifty-five years to tips from a lifelong language student who despairs of ever learning Italian, Red Roomers blogged about the country which Mark Twain said “the Creator made from designs by Michelangelo.”

Please let us know if you have trouble posting a blog entry on the all-new Red Room, and thank as always for blogging!

Huntington W. Sharp, Senior Editor, Red Room

 

 

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Literary Vampire

 

My father was a film booker and my mother, so no wonder I'm a child of the movies and their books. From Carmilla to Dracula and all points in between. I even taught a course in college called "Great Monsters of Literature." Somehow the nature of the vampire conjures more than the Frankenstein monster, the invisible man, or even the werewolf. Is it the erotic nature of the experience? The pulse of the blood at the vulnerable neck and the sound of its coursing through the veins appears in nearly every romance novel. And to live young forever? Another wish with unimagined side effects.

Unlike old fish and tiresome visitors, vampires never seem to go away. In fact, they're a larger part of our society than ever, the quintessential serial killer.

 

As an author, I'm tempted to combine vampirism and plagiarism in an image to fit the new century. After all, aren't words the lifeblood of an author?

 

 

A Literary Vampire

 

That callow Marlowe at dockside Deptford

Stabbed in a tavern was my doing.

The dagger path a mere subterfuge,

I sipped from that shepherd's spring

Before leaving him in a little room,

Apparent victim of a brawl.

The sleeping cat upon Keats' wheezy chest

I shoved aside fair gently, before I knelt

To pull his life into my veins.

Consumptive evidence upon the sheets

Testified to his historical end,

But he was mine.

Wilfred Owen's vaunted battlefield death?

Another lovely hoax played out.

My footsteps followed him to France

Where I lurked beside the Sambre Canal

And robbed the war of its most eloquent enemy,

Ripping a wound as mute killer.

Did I imbibe a jot of their wisdom,

An ounce of scribbling ability for my pains?

When I sat at my desk and would write,

Naught dropped from my pen but blood.