This new vampire craze is starting to annoy me. (I'm looking at you, Stephenie Meyer). The idea of vampires being romantic was an unspoken rule. Now everyone's jumping on the 'Vampire is my boyfriend' bandwagon.
Remember when Nightmare on Elm Street came out? Freddy Kruger was a genuinely frightening character: he kidnapped children and murdered them in the boiler room. Now we see five-year-olds running around with Freddy's claw on. We've become immune to the idea of him. He's just a silly character.
If this begins to happen to vampires, I might actually die. What happened to the badass Bram Stoker/Joseph Le Fanu/Anne Rice - style vamps? Those who sent terror straight to our hearts yet, at the back of any girl's mind, there was this strange fantasy of the creature of the night coming through your bedroom window.
Now we've got the Twilight series, the Sookie Stackhouse series, the Vampire Diaries, that one where they've taken Henry Fitzroy and turned him into a vampire (who nows spends his days being a detective, apparently ???). I don't like this. I don't like it at all. Vampires are becoming less and less gothic, and more and more fluffy.
At least there's still a chance to dive into my werewolf and witches books. No-one's sodomised those yet.
Worth checking out: 11 Vampires Cooler than Edward Cullen.
Friday, 19 June 2009