Anne Rice

Anne Rice

"Vittorio, the Vampire"

Who doesn’t know the name Anne Rice? Author of twenty-one books, Rice continues to dazzle readers with her supernatural tales of vampiric romance. In her latest book, Vittorio, the Vampire (Random House Audio), the wealthy and educated Vittorio is seduced by Ursula, a beautiful vampire. Listen to an excerpt from this doomed young love story, set in the beauty of Renaissance Italy.

“Elegant & sumptuous, and as enjoyable as anything she has written…she provides a vivid picture of Florence in its Golden Age using the sumptuous paintings and architecture of the time as a glorious backdrop to her macabre tale.” –Booklist

Anne Rice

Merrick (Vampire Chronicles)

Anne Rice’s books are compelling amalgamations of history, philosophy and religion. She writes under three names: Anne Rice, Anne Rampling and A.N. Roquelaure. Her works include two historical novels, nine books in the Vampire Chronicles series, three books on the lives of the Mayfair Witches, “Exit to Eden,” “Belinda,” the Beauty series and various other novels. Her best-known work is “Interview With the Vampire,” the first book in the Vampire Chronicles series.

Her latest, “Merrick,” interweaves the world of witches with the world of vampires; it takes place in Rice’s native New Orleans and the jungles of Guatemala. Rice has been called, in Salon, the “literary mistress of the dark, sensual and ineffable.”

Listen to “Merrick” read by Derek Jacobi, and this interview with the Mistress of Darkness herself, Anne Rice.

Anne Rice's “Servant of the Bones” Diary

A Return and a Farewell

Hello to Salon, to all my friends from all walks of life and from the astral plane.

Today is beautiful. New Orleans knows not winter. It is blue and lovely, but I will be leaving soon for Atlanta, where tomorrow we will be on “Talk Back Live” with Susan Brook and on “Ellen” on ABC-TV, but I won’t see “Ellen” because I’ll be signing at Oxford Books.

The Fan Club Ball: More to follow on this spectacular event Saturday night when I get back to my hard copy newsletter COMMOTION STRANGE, which is often downloaded online but is also for the online-less.

The ball was grand and gorgeous and beautifully handled by the fan club, at the old Fairmont Hotel with its high ceilings, chandeliers and ballrooms  a rather civilized and elegant contrast to the grand Memnoch Ball at St. Elizabeth’s last year.

I had a lovely time dancing to old prom music (it was prom night for the witches, the ghosts and goths.)

Also, I moved among the crowd the whole time I was there, shaking hands, getting and giving lots of hugs and I felt love all around me like light. I love the readers so much.

The costumes were extravagant, detailed simply breathtaking. It was as if the Vienna Opera Company  all done up to Mozart  was there in full dress.

Love to all at Salon. It has been wonderful fun communicating with you on this tour. I am now signing off, but my thanks to all of you and particularly to Salon for introducing me to the World Wide Web. My views will never be the same.

I hope soon to be online myself, to learn the routes, the browsers, the engines, the maps, etc.

Your questions have been marvelous. My love to all.

ANNE RICE

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A child's garden of verses, a grown-up's history of S&M: Anne Rice answers her readers' questions

I have an 18-month-old daughter. Someday I want her to be enriched by books that challenge and intrigue her mind. I want her to be able to choose her own path in life enriched by the legacy literature has to offer. Any ideas on books to start buying now so that she has access to a library that will offer her choices and challenge her imagination?

— Joan Spreitzer

Thank you for asking about books for your daughter. I think that the books we read early in life leave an indelible impression. When my son Christopher was little, I chose very beautifully illustrated books with what seemed to me meaningful stories. He moved rapidly into novels on his own at an early age.

One thing that had tremendous influence on me as a small child was poetry. My mother read poems to me from the same book over and over again. My sisters and I had our favorites. We know them by memory now. We have sought out old copies of the very books. My mother told me once that she read us the poetry to give us a sense of “rhythm.” It worked, but the poems were also narratives. I loved the plots of the poems.

Your 18-month-old daughter will probably respond very strongly to poetry—to alliteration and to rhyme. Reciting, singing—all of this has immense value. As for the first books a person should read in life, I don’t know. I was 14 when I discovered “Jane Eyre” and “Great Expectations,” and they changed the course of my life forever.

Have you considered mixing the characters from your various series into one book? Say, Azriel with Lestat or Mona. Or Ramses with Marius. I think it would be lots of fun to see the interaction.

— Joseph Francis Morris

No, I will never mix Ramses, the Vampires or the Witches. The reason is simple. I have too many ideas about each series which need independent development. I feel no need to mix the characters. The Witching Trilogy is in a different musical key from the Vampire Chronicles. I see no mixture at all in the future, only a continuation of the Witching Trilogy and a continuation of the Vampire Mythology in short-form novels, which I hope will be rich, lyrical, dark and somewhat spare.

All your writing seems to celebrate the blessing of interconnectedness, your characters evolving within a rich tapestry of family and friends. Could you elaborate on this? Your friend, the late John Preston, is also a writer whose work I’ve read in my quest for understanding the thinness of skin between soul and body, the erotic as expressing our love, passionate creativity, and the gift of life. How has this friendship enriched your life?

— Karin Khan

P.S. Due to you, we saw “Restoration” and “Immortal Beloved” and were moved to joy and tears by these exquisite testaments to the beauty of the human soul.

John Preston was the best friend I ever had. We wrote to each other via fax three to four times a week and sometimes every day. We were in constant contact. He taught me a great deal about tolerance and patience. He was something of a heroic figure, especially when confronted with AIDS among his friends, and then with AIDS in himself. He died with a courage that is almost beyond my imagination. He is a role model for me. He is an inspiration. I have pictures of him in my room. I talk to him. But I feel strongly that he is some place so far beyond this world, that he should not be bothered by my words down here.

He was of course a true believer in the goodness of sex, just as I am. He never wavered in his convictions. As a member of the gay community, he was almost a saint—sitting at bedsides, holding the hands of the dying and then even in his own last days thinking always of those around him.

I suffer the loss of John Preston every day. It gets a little worse, knowing he’s not there. But I believe firmly that he went straight into the light. He deserved that. He demanded work on his serious virtue from himself—kindness to others, continuous work on his serious essays, and on his erotica. I will hold to my heart forever our last and “final” conversation, in which he told me goodbye. I hope for that kind of courage when my time comes, for that kind of compassion for others. God, he was really something! I loved him and I love him.

Your work has been an inspiration to me ever since I read Lestat over 10 years ago. Since then, I have made my way through the rest of your books. My question is one which may seem critical, but is really meant as a thoughtful inquiry. One of the most moving aspects of your writing has been the quality of your prose. Its rich imagery and beautifully crafted structure are what I consider to be the most important elements. However, I have noticed that as you have become more prolific, your metaphors and imagery have become less a function of the quality of the prose than one of straightforward description. I don’t know whether this is a misperception on my part, or something with which you are intentionally working. Is it the pressure of your contract? A flood of new ideas pressing to be explored? I wonder. I guess my question is: Are you concerned that the eloquence of message is being distilled by the more literal aspect of story?

— Paul Hamann

Your question about the development of my prose fascinates me. What I see and feel is constant improvement. In “Servant of the Bones” I could achieve something in Azriel’s worldview that would have been impossible for me years ago.

In gaining skill, I have lost some lushness which came simply from a kind of gushing clumsiness. My contracts put no pressure. I write faster than my publisher can handle it, really. The pressure to get the books out comes from my soul, my feeling that I may die at any minute, that this is my vocation, to write. I do feel that different books have different emphases. In “Servant,” I focused tightly on the character of Azriel, the old Brooklyn Rebbe and of Gregory Belkin. Perhaps this overshadowed the prose. I’m not sure. As early as “Cry To Heaven,” my third novel, I was criticized for losing my lushness. On each book, I hear this from some readers … “You aren’t lush anymore.” Yet new readers find a book like “Servant of the Bones” very lush. I don’t know. I know in “The Witching Hour” I went into the style with a trancelike abandon. I breathed the colors of New Orleans, I breathed the fear of Rowan Mayfair. The book abounds in what seem to me to be very lush descriptions, yet others have said, No, that plot is dominant. I’m not a judge of it all, I suppose.

I suspect that stylish development will work in cycles. Now that I am again obsessed with Beethoven, Keats and Shakespeare, I suspect my new work will be stylistically more eccentric and dense. I have regained from Shakespeare my respect for purely irrational and illogical language. Perhaps it was time for that. But who knows?

Whatever the case, I treasure your sophisticated observations. Writing is so visceral for me, it is so spontaneous, it is so excessive and so painful and joyful simultaneously, that I don’t think about style! I just go. All I can say is—whatever you’re reading in my books is what I want you to read. How and why it is what it is, I don’t know. Certainly, career and contracts have nothing to do with it. I have been rewarded for every twist and turn I’ve taken, for every departure, for every experiment, for every transgressive word I’ve written. It feels pretty damned good.

There is a question that has always intrigued me, and you, probably better than anyone, are in a position to respond, Anne. While S&M rituals have been with us as long as “normal” sexuality, from what history shows us, what would you say is the reason for their growing emergence and acceptance now? I find it interesting that the nations/cultures with the most overt display of S&M imagery in their popular culture (i.e. Germany, Japan, the U.S. and the U.K.) are the most industrialized nations on the planet. Do you think there’s a connection?

— Iain Triffitt

I am baffled by S&M and always have been. We don’t really know what it meant to the ancients because they didn’t tell us. I am not aware of any new acceptance of it now. Fashion has played with S&M for 30 years, perhaps even longer. Films seldom deal with it in a way that displays any genius. They mix up literal violence or humor with sex that makes the whole idea of S&M interplay impossible. Once I scoured the history books for early mentions of pure S&M literature. It was frustrating.

Certainly, our changing attitudes towards procreation, our sexual freedom, our relaxed marriage and divorce laws—all these make it easier for us to delve more deeply into the great variety of sexual experience. Perhaps that it is what we are seeing—a flowering of sorts. But it’s hard to know. Perhaps people in ancient times were just as kinky and never thought much about it.

One thing is obvious: S&M activity can be carried out with great satisfaction between consenting adults without the risk of AIDS or pregnancy. The rituals can replace the basic procreative coupling. Maybe it holds an attraction for us now simply because we are so afraid of AIDS and because we are no longer under intense pressure to continuously have children. I don’t know.

Again, when I write, I don’t question myself on it too deeply. I observe the S&M imagery that is rampant in rock videos and it fascinates me. But I’ll tell you where I have seen the most blatant S&Mit is in classical ballet. Watching the New York City Ballet, you see real S&Mdances endlessly expressing a romance between the restrain and abandon, torture and pleasure, glorification of the body and denial of its needs.

That’s all for now. I drift away, back to the Gospel of Mary or perhaps the Infancy Gospels—all those books thrown out by the early church. They are so full of the brilliantly fantastic.

My thanks and love.

Anne Rice

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"A real writer and a real pornographer"

Hello to Salon from the foggy, cold streets of San Francisco.

At night I stood in my window and looked out at the deep sloped streets and the hundreds of bay windows, remembering back 30 years to my arrival in this city … a young democrat, a young idealist, a wannabe great person. And now I return to appear at City Arts and Lectures, and to visit one of my favorite bookstores in the country: the unique Dark Carnival in Berkeley.

Well, the days have been chilly, with that severe cold that one can only find in San Francisco. But there has been a great rush of happy memories, and as always, the San Francisco and Berkeley crowds are filled with young and passionate students, writers and artists. I try very hard to feel love for this city, but what I feel more than anything is gratitude. I feel gratitude for those 25 or 30 years during which I learned that political activism could mean something, that I could be a real writer and a real pornographer, and I could, like so many other people in California, redefine my life in terms of my highest values.

But it disturbs me, this strange lack of love for a place where so many good things happened. I know it is the Southerner in me that shivers at this chill wind off the Pacific. I know it is the Southerner in me that dreams of the oak trees of home in these barren hills. Nevertheless, San Francisco is unique—a generation of ideas, an academy of nonconformity—and the visit has brought many splendid moments.

In spite of a very busy schedule, I managed to watch the second Clinton/Dole debate. At times my anger toward Senator Dole knew no bounds. When the Commander in Chief does not do what you want him to do while in office, that does not mean that the Commander in Chief is AWOL. Dole’s insults were despicable. And it was heartwarming to see Clinton’s grace under fire. I suspect the race is over, but it is terribly important that every one of us Democrats votes because we have a real chance this time to take back the House of Representatives. So, remember—even if you think Clinton is a shoo-in, go out and vote for Democratic congressmen on the ticket. President Clinton probably will be seen by history as one of the most exciting presidents that we’ve had.

Meantime I continue to receive wonderful responses to my books, and am amazed to discover that some people are only just now finding “Servant of the Bones,” though it was published August 1st.

Once again, it is impossible to describe an average Anne Rice reader—there is no such being. It can be a lady of 80 years of age with cream ruffles at the neck of her burgundy jacket, or a 12-year-old child with Coke-bottle glasses. It can be a gay person, a businessman, a psychic or a priest.

Highlights of the San Francisco visit include being onstage at City Arts and Lectures with my beloved friend and colleague Mike Riley, and also seeing that nothing in this modern world—not computers, not vacuum cleaners, not the Internet, not changing social mores—can change the ambiance of Dark Carnival! Jack and Jay, the owners of the store, remain their incorruptible selves through thick and thin. The bookstore is a real place, an unforgettable place—a shelter on the road of life.

At City Arts and Lectures in San Francisco, surrounded by the venerable murals and chandeliers of the Herbst Theater, I declared frankly that I was proud to be a pornographer and the audience applauded. I am blessed to be both a religious writer and a social scandal.

Of course we are having fun, even without the bus on which we traveled on the East Coast. I can’t say sitting on the floor of an airport is as much fun as bouncing along in a bus, watching Antonio Banderas shoot guns with two hands on TV, but it is wonderful to be back on the road and to see my readers.

One final exquisite note: In both Sacramento and in Berkeley, we had the great honor of meeting a sublimely beautiful child … a toddling little boy with an irrepressible smile and blonde hair whose name, we are proud to say, is “Eric Christopher Lestat.” Though we’ve met many cats and dogs named “Lestat,” only now are we beginning to meet children of proud parents with Lestat’s name. We were deeply honored and this little boy seemed surrounded by a golden light. What a paradox—Lestat the Vampire is my moral hero and I get to hold this beautiful baby in my arms. It is the end result of writing about good and evil, salvation and damnation, sensuality and virtue.

I’m confused. I’m tired. We’re going to Los Angeles. The airport is crowded and I want to start walking, but it is too cold. I will be live on the Late, Late Show with Tom Snyder tonight. I look forward to it and I hope I have a chance to talk politics as well as fiction.

Keep sending your responses to Servant of the Bones and keep telling me how you feel about Azriel, my new angelic spirit hero.

My love,

Anne Rice

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How I escaped the comfortable coffin of failure: Anne Rice answers her readers' questions

You mention you were like Louis when you wrote “Interview With the Vampire.” But now, you are like Lestat. I, too feel I have changed from a despondent person to one in control of life. How can we help others like Louis find the way to some measure of control and happiness? Do you think Louis could ever change?

—Barbara Beck

I don’t know how I made the transition from being Louis in “Interview with the Vampire” to becoming Lestat in “The Vampire Lestat.” I don’t think we can teach others to love themselves, have confidence in themselves, or necessarily stand up for themselves. I wish we could. I only know that it happened to me, and publishing my books was no small part of it. Seeing my work in print, knowing I had accomplished three novels — that experience alone brought me a sense of power.

One very significant aspect of the change of those years was this. When I was a struggling, unpublished writer in Berkeley, I had a knack for making alliances with fellow “victims.” Once I began to work with people in New York publishing, I encountered, perhaps for the first time in my life, people who reward success rather than failure.

Whatever one says about the New York publishing establishment, one has to admit: they want the authors to succeed. They have no stake in seeing you fail.

In my life before that, I had suffered some terrible defeats, and I had become too comfortable in the role of victim, too comfortable being mournful Louis, le Vampyre.

You could say art changed my life, that art imitates life, and then with me life came to imitate art.

I have read with some puzzlement your proclaimed enthusiasm for the film “Braveheart.” I cannot see the attraction that it holds for you. As far as I am concerned the film is simply a variation on the standard revenge movie, having much in common with “Mad Max II” (where Mel pursues a troupe of diabolical bikies who have murdered his wife), the Charles Bronson “Death Wish” movies, or, for that matter, the “Lethal Weapon” series (damaged loner scarred by death of his wife — mercifully not depicted in the film). The “freedom” theme which uneasily converges with Wallace’s revenge motive does not really ring true, particularly in a historical setting where the sort of freedom which this version of Wallace was pursuing would have been unheard of.

Furthermore, I dislike films which seek to engage the emotions of the viewer by the crude depiction of violent/sexual aggression which, as far as I was concerned, was the driving force behind the film. Certainly such emotional engagement was unlikely to come from any other source, given the comic-book depth of the characters portrayed.

—Clive Scott

Well, Clive, my friend, I couldn’t disagree with you more about the film “Braveheart,” and I urge you to reconsider.

William Wallace was a real historic figure, and the death of his wife, his subsequent rebel successes and ultimate betrayal are all part of actual history. Gibson may have been attracted to it because of roles he played in the past, but he didn’t invent William Wallace.

My research into the history of Scotland- – a total immersion when I was working on “Lasher” and “Taltos,” both of which involve Scottish history — left me with a deep sorrow for the tragedy of Scotland’s slow disintegration under the English. I have Scotch blood in me. The Scots did fight repeatedly and bravely to get free of the English. The Highlanders held out for the longest time. The Scots still claim a kind of cultural independence and take matters of kilts and bagpipes (once outlawed) very seriously!

The treatment of the Scots by the English is a litany of horrors, right up through the 19th century when thousands of Highlanders were “cleared out” and forced to immigrate to America.

I felt Gibson accurately portrayed the character of the Scots — fiercely Celtic and anti-English — and also illuminated one of their many very dramatic and true stories.

I myself didn’t see violent/sexual aggression as the “driving force behind the film” as you saw it. Not at all. I saw a much more profound concern on the part of Mel Gibson to portray true courage and heroism — to dramatize skillfully the belligerent, brave, and always doomed attitude of the Scots towards their conquerors.

To me, the characters were hardly comic book. They were profoundly developed in a chain of scenes so well written in terms of dialogue and acting that a child could follow the story. Yet it was complex and compelling. I thought the evil of King Longshanks was beautifully delineated in a few powerful scenes; we saw in his behavior all the reasons for his endurance and his success.

The French queen’s response to Wallace was deliciously romantic, but I found it not just probable, but inevitable, given the way the ground had been laid for it — the Queen’s obvious education and isolation.

The Scots and the French continued to be allies in the war against England for centuries to come, as you know, bringing on the downfall of Mary Queen of Scots and the fall of others who championed “Bonnie Prince Charlie,” the last true Stuart contender for the Scottish throne.

Again, the movie seemed, like “Rob Roy,” to capture the Celtic independence truthfully and beautifully. Both films also reflected the inevitable melancholy and gloom of the Celts — the mournful suffering we hear in their music, whether Irish or Scottish — which derives perhaps from centuries of maintaining their identity against a truly alien Anglo-Saxon culture. We see in Northern Ireland today the last fierce and terrible glare of that Celtic-Anglo battle.

In my opinion, Mel Gibson lived up to the challenge of the historical material magnificently. His portrayal of Wallace hit precisely the right note in creating a man who was reckless, brave, vengeful and idealistic.

The film had had an enormous effect on me and will continue to do so. I rate it as one of the most morally courageous films I’ve seen of late and I credit Gibson for that moral depth and for the film’s scope.

So, Clive, I guess we just disagree.

As for “Death Wish,” I recently did see an old VHS tape of it. It seemed terribly outdated, and gratuitously brutal as well as poorly done by today’s more sophisticated production standards. But it hit a nerve with me. I understood Bronson. However, the film just isn’t in the same league with “Braveheart.”

Long ago, Aristotle listed the important ingredients for tragedy — plot, character, and spectacle being three of them. To me, “Braveheart” fulfilled Aristotle’s criteria. It was a great and magnificently realized tragic film with a transcendent ending. It did produce in me the very “pity and catharsis” which Aristotle demanded of a good drama.

When William Wallace saw the ghost or deliberately invoked image of his wife in the crowd around the execution block, when he cried “freedom,” I felt that catharsis. I wish I had done that film. I wish Gibson would do my books. So, what can we say?

The singer Sting wrote a song about your Vampire stories and mentioned so on his CD cover. Can’t remember the exact words, but it seems that he was affected by your writing. Have you two ever met to discuss your work?

—Eddie Ontiveros

Yes, Sting was very generous in mentioning “Interview with the Vampire” as the inspiration for his song “Moon over Bourbon Street.” And he brought me many new readers with his generosity. But I have never met him. For years, he was the “contender” in Hollywood for the role of Lestat. Seems everybody wanted him for it. But as the years passed, things changed. I like Sting’s music, I found him a very talented actor in the film in which I’ve seen him, but it seemed in the final analysis a bit cold for Lestat. Who knows? I don’t even know if Sting still reads my work. I still listen to his music. I have spoken to people who have spoken to him about my work, but I’m far too shy to ever approach him and never will do so.

Religious themes have become more and more prevalent in both your characters and your plots. “Memnoch” (which was one of your greatest novels) simply launched that religious side of yours into the rest of your books. “Servant of the Bones” is obviously a very historical novel for you, and at the same time very expressive of what you believe. Is your next step dealing directly with God or some of his angels and saints? Or perhaps the Bible? There are so many more profound stories that could go beyond “Memnoch the Devil.” Or better, maybe something to do with Scotland?

—Scott Robson

You hit it right on the head. Of the two books I’m working on, one returns to God and Biblical themes. I am obsessed with the last centuries before Christ and the first centuries after him, with the formation of Christianity and with the endurance of both Christianity and Judaism. I’m not finished by any means. My next book excited me tremendously, and it may bring condemnation from all sides, but I have to write it. Every night of my life, I read something of scripture, either the non-canonical books like “The Gospel of Thomas” or “The Book of Enoch” or the old King James approved version, or something to do Hebrew history. It’s in my blood and brain.

As for your question as to whether I will deal with Scotland — I have dealt with it in considerable detail in the Witching Hour trilogy and will continue to do so.

In “The Witching Hour,” a birthdate and time is given for Rowen Mayfair. Being an amateur astrologer I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to cast a chart for a fictional character and see if it made sense as a horoscope. Was this birthdate “borrowed” from someone you know, or was any sort of astrological research involved in the choice? Or did you just intuit it out of the humid New Orleans blue?

—Catherine Louise Scavuzzo

P.S. Beethoven was a triple Sagittarius, poor guy. No wonder he was helpless in the thrall of the Salamanders, the fire elementals that supposedly are present at the composer’s side when passionate music is being created. (And fights picked with servants, publishers, sisters-in-law…) When you’re in a non-Elvis mood, allow me to recommend a beautifully expressive reading of the “Waldstein,” “Tempest” and “Les Adieux” sonatas — Vol. 2 of the Beethoven Piano Sonatas by John O’Connor on Telarc and the old “low-fi” but eternal Rudolf Serkin Columbia recordings of the complete Concertos. Enjoy! (and thanks for living a courageously expressive and creative life…you are an inspiration to me!)

My darling Catherine Louise. I have to confess to you that I don’t remember Rowan Mayfair’s birthdate, and alas, I do not have a copy of the novel in this cluttered room. Birthdates are, generally, very significant to me. I doubt I chose it without some purpose. But I can’t give you a substantive answer to this one.

Thank you for your recommendation regarding Beethoven. I am working my way through everything the man ever composed. I’m obsessed with him, as my new 1997 novel, “Violin,” will testify (though the novel is not about Beethoven.) As for astrology, I don’t know too much about it, except that I do seem a classic Libra.

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