Back in the 90s when Interview With The Vampire appeared on the screens, I became curious about the hubbub and decided on reading the book before seeing the movie. Quite the mind boggling experience. There I was expecting your typical vlah-vlah-vlah-suck your blood stuff, but instead got blown away by what Anne Rice had written. And thus began my adoration of Anne Rice (and a somewhat semi-Goth phase). I say semi-Goth, simply because I didn’t go crazy with the excessive wearing of all things black and develop an obsession over fictional noctornal creatures. Strangely enough, I had a life and I dealt with folks in various aspects of society and simply walking around looking ghoulish and depressed was not exactly what the doctor ordered. It turns it this was good for my sanity in the future and would not make it to that mental “what was I thinking” filing cabinet. The amazing thing about Ms. Rice’s writing is the priceless amount of historical research that is poured into her work which she merges so delightfully with the fictional aspects and at times making mythical, fictional creatures seem alive and real. After going through the first four books in the Vampire Chronicles (in two months !!!) there were times I was convinced that these folks existed and having the tree branches hit on my window on windy night did not exactly help the “it’s only fictional” mantra. But that is a true mark of an excellent writer.
A while back, Anne Rice decided to change course and write about the most significant immortal of all, Jesus Christ. I’ll be honest in admitting that I believe strongly in the Christian faith, though I am not exactly a perfect specimen of a Christian. Nay, this is a lifetime walk with me. Yes, I’ve gotten my tons of looks from folks who find out this fact about me and see me reading her books that feature nerveracking content about witches, witchcraft, and vampires. As a follower of the Christian faith, we’re thought to be wary of evil. For the most evil isn’t always some scary looking bloke in a dark outfit. In reading the Vampire Chronicles, the characters show in many cases how seductive and beguiling evil can be. In my view, if you want to what you’re up against it pays to get the inside scoop on your opponent. It took me awhile to get around to reading Christ Our Lord: Out of Egypt. It is sort of like being in church and seeing that beautiful girl in the pew, but yet you feel wrong about wanting to ask her out on a date or (heaven forbid) kiss her. After having read so many of Anne Rice’s books that centered around many secular aspects, it felt sort of strange looking at book with the title Christ Our Lord: Out of Egypt followed by the name “Ann Rice”. I was not the only one. On several “goth” messageboards on the net folks were foaming at the mouth and basically accusing her of “jumping ship”. Sorry mates, I hate to break the news, but the lady’s a writer and sometimes writer try different things. Needless to say, on that note, I was compelled to check out a copy from my local library.
For the most, in our reading of the Bible, we’ve experienced the birth of Jesus, and his life as grown man coming to grips with his destiny. Any mention of his childhood was very brief and left a lot to be desired. In Christ Our Lord, Anne Rice, armed with tons historical research, sets out to give us a possible glimpse of what life was in the eyes of a young Jesus on the journey out of Egypt back to Bethlehem. At most, it was educational exposure to early Judaism and life under the brutal Roman regimes. And then we see the young Jesus, wise beyond his years yet still filled with all the curiousity and vigour of a young man. We see his first encounter with the corruption in the churches and for once, I understood why he lost it, in his older years, and decided to set the record straight on the folks that turned the house of worship into (basically) a bank. Today, I think he would have used a World War II portable flamethrower (read that somewhere).
The overhyped Da Vinci Code left a horrible taste in many folks mouth. My curiousity got the best of me and as I was on the way out of the movies I “accidentally” ended up in Da Vinci Code. It was dark and I couldn’t find my way out, so I ended up enduring the movie to the end. Aside from the fact that it tried to re-write the Bible, plotwise it was easy as abstract origami. I think David Lynch was sitting next me and even he said, “Bloody hell, this is confusing.” David Lynch, mates. Christ Our Lord: Out of Egypt was refreshing change in the mental atmosphere. It was moving, and yes, I may have teared up a bit. Just a wee bit. Most of all, my respect for Ann Rice, as writer, grew in leaps and bounds. She may have stepped away from the blood and gore, but the beauty about talent is that which ever path it chooses to tread upon, it always leaves an impressionable mark. A truly, delightful read. Touching to the soul … for even sad sacks and pathetic scoundrels like me. Cueing Handel’s Messiah.