I’ve been wondering lately if a great vampire novel could be written, the way it’s been way-past-overdone and made duechey by all these romantic vampires lately. I decided a while ago that even writing a book about vamps was useless after what’s been done to them. Usually, I don’t even want to see a book with vampires as the subject. To say the topic’s been beaten like a dead horse would be putting it mildly.
Then I started F. Paul Wilson’s Midnight Mass. What do you know, it’s possible. He hearkened back to great vampire stories like ‘Salem’s Lot and penned one to counteract all these wimpy tales as of late. And you know what? He really makes you believe it and feel it. You forget your life for a while and get busy living with an intense feeling of dread.
I still don’t want to write a vampire novel, though. I don’t think most authors could pull it off. I’ve read little more than one that was even good, but not great. Of course it seems that everyone and their mother is trying anyway. I say more power to you if you can do it. I just don’t see many successful attempts. But to be the antidote to this ridiculous trend of lily-white vamps is a noble undertaking, no doubt about it.
You rock, Mr. Wilson!
Published on August 24, 2013 20:23