4 stars for sheer entertainment value. This is a masterpiece of cheesy, campy, utterly ridiculous vampire romance from the days before Vampire Romance was a genre unto itself; to that end, the author is free to play with grotesque tropes like incest, moldy witchcraft, dreamy Hammer-style horror, & phallic symbolism—soooo much phallic symbolism that lacks any subtlety, but that’s all part of the fun. 😈🐍
The writing itself feels loose & sloppy, which doesn’t fit with my expectations generated by previous Stevenson reads, but the lengthy middle section (set in 1868) is much better than the mid-1950s bits that frame Barbary’s narrative. I’m not sure if Stevenson was deliberately trying to sound like her heroines’ secret scribbles, or if she was having an off-day when she wrote it, or perhaps Jove’s editorial staff simply wasn’t up to par (there were typos galore, so the proofreaders definitely didn’t earn their keep). But one thing I did like was the way “vampire” is never spoken by any of the characters, whether aloud or in the privacy of their thoughts. Sometimes the best way to showcase a certain terror is to come at it sideways rather than head-on, & in that much the book is successful.
…It’s also successful in terms of a lolzy, torrid, vampiric melodrama with cheesy dialogue & overwrought angst. I don’t recommend this in terms of Quality Gothic Romance(tm), but it’s definitely fun with plenty of macabre underpinnings—a good read to welcome the Halloween season. 🎃