Book Review: INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE, by Anne Rice

I had a long weekend this weekend, and so I was hungry for something trashy and absorbing.

Enter INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE.

Now, this is one of those books that has been nearly eclipsed by the movie it inspired (nearly, but not so much as Fight Club, or worse still, The Stepford Wives), and as I began reading it I remembered vaguely that I had in fact seen the movie long ago, and that many scenes struck me as eerie and familiar. I kept picturing Tom Cruise as...somebody, though I couldn't remember who he played. Occasionally he showed up as Lestat, occasionally as Louis. Antonio Banderas was always Armand.

But this is beside the point, really. What I didn't remember from the movie was all the good vs. evil debates, Satan vs. God, the rather interesting theology that appears in nearly every sentence Louis utters. I found this quite intriguing for the better part of the book, but I tell you, by about two-thirds of the way through (roughly the point at which they reach Paris), I was bored out of my mind by Louis' sensual brooding, and by all the "dusky shadows" and moist, pouting lips and the beckoning and the "salty perfume" of victims' flesh and so on. The book picked up again once Louis and Armand stopped staring at each other longingly and characters started dying and the ending, depressing as it was, was somehow gratifying because it was unexpected and because I never really liked Louis much anyway (I'm not spoiling anything for you, don't worry, and besides, you've probably seen the movie already). An interesting point or two was made about mortal life in Rice's explorations of the immortal life, but by the time The Point was reiterated on each of, oh, the 346 pages, it was significantly less interesting.

A good long weekend read, yes. I enjoyed it, yes. Mostly I'm just complaining, and probably I'm not being fair because I bought the new Jonathan Foer (in paperback!) when I had 100 pages of vampires to go and so I was getting antsy to read that one but Rice kept going on and on about evil and killing. But still, I'd be willing to bet that some of Rice's later stuff is better, more to the point, because the potential in INTERVIEW is enormous--just weighted down by a lot of words.

RATING: 3

Book Review: CHOKE, by Chuck Palahniuk

Chuck Palahniuk will ruin everything for you: air travel, eating out, tourism, the zoo (especially the zoo), chocolate pudding, movies, and more. You name it, and he'll work it into a novel somehow and wreck it for you. You'll never eat a bowl of soup in a restaurant again without wondering...I, for one, will never again see the zoo quite the way I did pre-Palahniuk, and I'm not sure how I feel about that.

I know I was all ambivalent and conflicted in my review of Fight Club, and I know that I can't necessarily play at feeling conflicted again after reading CHOKE--obviously, if I've made it through three Palahniuk novels, something's got me coming back. I better just admit that I like him. He's good. Probably either disturbed (bad) or smarter than the rest of us (worse), but I'll say it: Chuck Palahiuk is good. I like his books.

And I'm saying that CHOKE is quite possibly my favorite so far. There's tricky pacing and several surprise endings (thought it was over? No! Here comes another one!) that Palahniuk pulls off grandly--the characters are quirky, but not irritatingly so. He develops them all quite nicely, but I was especially drawn to Ida Mancini and, yes, Victor Mancini himself. Ida's madness is of the brilliant, evil-genius variety and so she was utterly fascinating--the power she has over Victor goes far beyond anything Victor, as narrator, can pinpoint, but it's unmistakably there even when Victor himself can't see it. Haunting.

Which reminds me: I still haven't brought myself to track down that first story of Haunted. Perhaps someday when I'm feeling brave, I'll find it and read it and be changed--or completely grossed out, or what have you. It'll be great.

RATING: 4

Book Review: FIGHT CLUB, by Chuck Palahniuk

I refused to see the movie until I'd read the book (yes, I'm one of those). When I did finally read FIGHT CLUB, though, I built a nice fire, made some coffee, curled up on the couch and read the whole thing in a single day--a single weird, Palahniuk-infested day, but there you go.

Chuck Palahniuk is one odd fellow. Nobody can suck me into a book like he can (Lullaby went the same way--in an afternoon), but few authors make me feel so conflicted about being thoroughly consumed--honestly, the man is strange. Beyond strange. I can never decide if I like the book, or the characters, or the plot--mostly I'm just disturbed, which can be an interesting ride in itself. The entire time I'm reading one of his novels, I keep asking "what the hell..."--but I'm oddly drawn to Palahniuk. He's addictive.

At any rate, FIGHT CLUB is a much better book than movie, I thought, though the movie did a nice job preserving the feel of the book. But that damn Brad Pitt. Even though I'd never seen the movie, I kept picturing him as Tyler Durden, which is precisely why I like to read books first--so I don't picture the stupid actors while I'm reading.

My copy came complete with this marvellous introduction (my brother scrounged up a non-movie-cover edition for me as a Christmas gift, and gave it to me with a 2'-high plastic owl decoy that I named Boris and set on our front porch to scare off guests) by Palahniuk himself, that provides a bit of interesting background on the novel and the cult-phenomenon that is FIGHT CLUB. So. If you have that copy, it's an introduction worth reading. He discusses the origins of the book (started as a short story, go figure, written while Palahniuk was at work), as well as his thoughts on the movie and what it's like to write something that's been pretty well eclipsed by the movie it inspired. When a kid starts quoting FIGHT CLUB at Palahniuk, and Palahniuk calls him on it ("Hey. I wrote that book."), the kids answers, "...that was a book?"

Just so I don't leave you with a review that hardly mentions the actual novel (why bother summarizing? We all know what it's about), I'll say that the best scene, in the whole book, was the IKEA catalogue scene. I read that one over and over, and then read it out loud to Mitch when he came home--and then read it out loud to my dad, and to my brother. I mean, it's cool in the movie when they're walking through the catalogue and Edward Norton's narrating and all, but...it's just better in the book. Read it.

Especially if you've only seen the movie.

Or if you haven't seen the movie, but would like to.

Or for any reason, really. Just read the book.

RATING: 4