Reading Diary: - 1 /Spoiler Alert!/
Interview with the vampire - Anne Rice
I reading the book. In this moment. Or...maybe a momant ago, to be correct.
I am in the twenty fourth page and itâs... a rollarcoster.
Oh, Lestat...how unready you were⌠How inpatient and some ways really rude. But you were so young back there. I canât look over the fact, that your father still lived back there and you take care of him. The blind father of the mercyless killer.
Every child of him just badmouthing. Just complaint over the knowledge what seems like he hasnât got. Â
He doesnât know anything about the secrets of the night...or the financial problemsâŚ
Ah...for the restless sleep of Imhotep!
Nobody is perfect! Even he is - Who is perfect - canât be perfectly perfect! (Sorry for this. I canât stop the feeling!)
Ahh...itâs page fourty-one. And I had a revelation.
Lestat, you poor child of the dark. I thought, your every motive was to make your underlife to an eternal bloody sabbath. Take the life, what you got and make it to a luxurious party. And just wants someone whom have the same spirit like him. A charming companion to joy in the things what could make anybody a depressive, suicide desire person.
I canât discribe this, what these few have done to me. How can not someone forgive to his own father? In his dying bed. I just canât think about the cause all of this. How did your ways end to this?
With the behavior of a peevish childâŚ
Somewhere I can understand what you feel.
After the first movie, somewhat I could believe the second one. And than I read my first book âLestat, the vampireâ after that the âPrince Lestatâ.
All my knowledge about him was incomplete. All mostly from the the last book is read. Mostly because I have wrong memory. A really, really useless memory. But this! How is this that, who is wrote a dozen book, didnât like reading?
Maybe some page later I will understand.
Louis...Dear Dear LouisâŚ
It was a long way. This is the Lestat whit whom I fell in love.
âHe led me quickly through the street, turning every time I hesitated, his hand out for mine, a smile on his lips, his presence as marvelous to me as the night he'd come in my mortal life and told me we would be vampires.â
I know that she was in pain. Her soul was in a prison in her own body. The immortal child.
Itâs so cruel. Though I donât think the way she made her choices was correct. To attack someone like Lestat even if itâs just in words.
The musician! Ohhh...the Musician! You know what? I waited for him to appear. Antoine! You poor talented child! Iâve waited for hearing of the times when you were just a human. A dear boy, who have the music in his vein.
Gone? Pfff! Of corse! Maybe for the first time. Like the Winchesters in Supernatural.
If I wouldnât no it that this is not his finish, I maybe would have some bad feelings about the little succubus. But after all this.
I must say that somewhere he desired some punishment. For to make a creature, who is never going to integrating into the population. Not the humankind nor the vampires.
Itâs future can only be the loneliness or the death.Somewhere I can understand her feelings. But in the other handâŚIt was too much.
Another 10 page and here we go again:
I thought Louis was the loneliest without him. But you! I feel so sorry for you. So lost in something...in the love or hope, something. Drain off your blood. Your heart and mind in fog.
Your body is in the borderland of the death. What a price to be a relationship!
Louis! Claudia! Here is your brand new little brother. And I think... Daddy will be home soon tooâŚ
The second death of him. The secondâŚ
Ahh...If he could just leave them. Just lying in his coffin, maybe together with Antoine. But NAH-AH! He needed to go there. With ill body, in pain for to revenge. AhâŚ
Damn! Of course he went there for revenge in that moment he could stand in his feet. Itâs the only thing what can move something in his heart. His only motive. How blind I was to not see what is clear like the blue sky?
I donât know. I prefer the movie in this question. When he tell how he returned from the swamp. Sitting in the piano. Playing. Covered with the curtain. It was romantic. Romantic in a way, when you can see him in the action. It was so Lestatic.
LESTATIC! Hey! I like this. I will keep it. ( It will sleep next to my bed. Pfff! Even! Next to me! And I will feed it with the best pet food what I can find. If it wants, I would cut a vein to it. Ahh...okkey. This was fun. )
âI wanted to forget -him, and yet it seemed I thought of him always. It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there. And somehow there was a disturbing comfort in that, and, despite myself, I'd envision his face-not as it had been the last night in the fire, but on other nights, that last evening he spent with us at home, his hand playing idly with the keys of the spinet, his head tilted to one side. A sickness rose in me more wretched than anguish when I saw what my dreams were doing. I wanted him alive! In the dark nights of eastern Europe, Lestat was the only vampire I'd found.â
( There is about 10 page difference in the english and the hungarian version. This is from the english versionâs 151th page. )
Ahh...All these painful memoriesâŚ
Why must I feel it too? The...whatâs this? Missing? They lose. And how stupid this is! You were thhose who killed him. Twice! And now you are the ones, who miss him?
Ahh...f***kinâ blood! If it could be something like I would never doneâŚ
OK. Not literally. But, some ways. This situation is returning some broken relationship.
And the fact that I listening my âsoul-f**kinâ-playlistâ is neither a help.
Oh, this was a bigger rest.
The boy, who know what he does. The boy in the nest of the vampires of âTheatre of Vampiresâ. Hehhh... I put this together soo well! (sarcastic)
But the point is, you must who is the one I speak about:
" Never had I felt this, never had I experienced it, this yielding of a conscious mortal. But before I could push him away for his own sake, I saw the bluish bruise on his tender neck. He was offering it to me. He was pressing the length of his body against me now, and I felt the hard strength of his sex beneath his clothes pressing against my leg. A wretched gasp escaped my lips, but he bent close, his lips on what must have been so cold, so lifeless for him; and I sank my teeth into his skin, my body rigid, that hard sex driving against me, and I lifted him in passion off the floor. Wave after wave of his beating heart passed into me as, weightless, I rocked with him, devouring him, his ecstasy, his conscious pleasure." Then, weak and gasping, I saw him at a distance from me, my arms empty, my mouth still flooded with the taste of his blood. He lay against that auburnhaired vampire, his arm about the vampire's waist, and he gazed at me in that same pacific manner of the vampire, his eyes misted over and weak from the loss of life. I remember moving mutely forward, drawn to him and seemingly unable to control it, that gaze taunting me, that conscious life defying me; he should die and would not die; he would live on, comprehending, surviving that intimacy!â
This could be an âItâs so many ways in wrong.â kind of scene in the movie. If you think about it that there was a little boy, a children and Brad Pitt as Louis. Oh My f***ing blood! I just made myself a nightmare. Thank you for myself! This will be delicious until itâs leave my brain.
âI canât say anything what you didnât say yet.âIt seemed more than ever absurd to me that Lestat should have died, if in fact he had; and looking back on him, as it seemed I was always doing, I saw him more kindly than before. Lost like the rest of us. Not the jealous protector of any knowledge he was afraid to share. He -knew nothing. There was nothing to know." Only, that was not quite the thought that was gradually coming clear to me. I had hated him for all the wrong reasons; yes, that was true. But I did not fully understand it yet.â
How can someone, who says that love you, not to fulfill your only wish? It was so difficult?
How barely can a movie interpret a book? I know itâs impossible to ask for everything what is written in the pages. But Claudia and Louisâs relationship...there are nothing like this in the movie. Until this day, I had so many bad feeling about that girl. Claudia, we never know you, reallyâŚ
If we speak about relationship, I must make a note about Armand. The third wheel.
In the movie, he was so...someone elseâŚ
I love the idea âAntonio like a vampireâ, but...like Armand? EhhâŚ
If you ask my opinion... ( I know nobody did anything like that. Yes thatâs clear. But this the cause for this is not a radioshow or something where I can listen my owen voice. I love listening to it, by the way. When nobody else is there. When there is someone, I simply lost it. )
Where I was? Oh, yeah. Every actor was too old for this shit. If you know what I mean.
Ok-key In the case of Claudia I can believe that the actor must be older like...five? If I remember correctly. But the others? Ah-ah.
âI allowed myself to forget how totally I had fallen in love with Lestat's iridescent eyes, that I'd sold my soul for a many-colored and luminescent thing, thinking that a highly reflective surface conveyed the power to walk on water. " What would Christ need have done to make me follow him like Matthew or Peter? Dress well, to begin with. And have a luxurious head of pampered yellow hair.â
( In the english version? - 216 )
" And then I saw Lestat- the blow that was more crippling than any blow. Lestat, standing there in the center of the ballroom, erect, his gray eyes sharp and focused, his mouth lengthening in a cunning smile. Impeccably dressed he was, as always, and as splendid an his rich black cloak and fine linen. But those scars still scored every inch of his white flesh. And how they distorted the taut, handsome face, the fine, hard threads cutting the delicate skin above his lip, the lids of his eyes, the smooth rise of his forehead. And the eyes, they burned with a silent rage that seemed infused with vanity, an awful relentless vanity that said, `See what I am.' " `This is the one?' said Santiago, thrusting me forward." But Lestat turned sharply to him and said in a harsh low voice, `I told you I wanted Claudia, the child! She was the one!' And now I saw his head moving involuntarily with his outburst, and his hand reaching out as if for the arm of a chair only to close as he drew himself up again, eyes to me.â
Argg...I hoped that Claudiaâs story is a rewrited variation from what occurred in the book. Hmmm⌠Some ways it is. But this? Itâs just peaching. What a shame! Lestat!
( And after all this, I canât say that I donât think about just like a mother in the playground. My boy! This is how you stand up for yourself?! - I know how blind this is from me. But I canât help it. I know there is long before him. If there were not continuation, then my heart would aim at a thousand pieces in the disappointment. But hey! I know your glorious future! I forgive this shit. This. )
My fuckinâ blood! Lestat!
I know that you are still in pain. And you donât want to die for the third time. And Armand with his four hundred years a terrific opponent.
But this was just a lightly better than whimpering like a coward dogâŚ
This is a torture what takes down the glasses of love from my eyes and breaks it to smithereens.
âI had a vision of him from long ago, that tall, stately gentleman in the swirling black cape, with his head thrown back, his rich, flawless voice singing the lilting air of the opera from which we'd only just come, his walking stick tapping the cobblestones in time with the music, his large, sparkling eye catching the young woman who stood by, enrapt, so that a smile spread over his face asthe song died on his lips; and for one moment, that one moment when his eye met hers, all evil seemed obliterated in that flush of pleasure, that passion for merely being alive.â A few good words for my lost passion⌠I loved you. My passion.
Hahahhahhahahhhahahahahah
I know that this will be next. The "reporter boy" who wants to be a VAMPIRE. OhMyBlood!
If it wouldnât be a ridiculous pronouncement. I would say âItâs fang-tastic!â I mean, he didnât heared anything from what Louis chatterd about? Nothing?
This is the first book, which doesnât advertise that how fang-tastic to be a vampire! Not just kidnapping/seduce some chick and fall in love with her, so she can be the long desired partner in crime.
Do you want to know what I rode about?
Pain, Lost Love and Emptyness and Broken souls. But you know what? There is the eternity for take a lifetime long nap after this. And then you can start everything from the beginnig.
Why not? If you live enough long, you can find the things you thought is lost again.
At least this is what I think.
An anemic guest hurry to the haggard Lestat. Hehh! Maybe this what he needs. The fresh company! Muhhahhhah.
If i couldnât know that he is really going to be a vampire. Ehh!
It was an experience! I really must read it. I must know all this to know him. But it really distroyed the picture of him. I will miss it. It was one of my favorite! Ahh! It doesnât matter in the end, because I will make a new one. From his complex personality in itâs own depths.
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