Nothing like Vampires on a Sunday

Hmmm, very brief essay

I'm 12 years old. It's unseasonably fresh for a Summer afternoon in my hometown, which means that it is about 80 degrees in the shade. I'm browsing through a pile of books that my neighbor is thinking about giving away. I grab a novel, it's written in English... I wonder if my reading skill is up to this one (after all English is my second language and this is England's English). How difficult can it be? I've watched the movie already... after a quick Thanks, I rushed out of Aida's house into mine to read Bram Stoker's DRACULA.

It rocked my world.

Eversince I've pursued the vampire in every shape and form.
Through High School he was the Outcast.In college, while at the Psychology Department, it became the embodiment of the Id. Later when love for dead poets got the best out of me, I found it to be one of the most alluring figures in literature, an inviting, safe look at the ultimate destructive capabilities of human nature.

It's been a little over 20 years since I first read DRACULA and, as a hardcore fan that I am, I have seen the Vampire explode in every bit of conceivable media during the eighties, reborn through Anne Rice's eyes, through the humanization of the myth. Then, quite unexpectedly the vampire decay prsented itself under the weight of it's own reinvention.

Writers had forgotten that vampires where not meant to be human. If the monster longs for what is lost, eventually with eternity stretching before it, it will succumb to desperation, and madness, above all. Anne Rice knew this... that is why the Chronicles are no more.
Vampires are no good at beating dead horses ...
Just as I was resigned to witness the irony of the death of an eternal archetype. Hirano comes about and brings Hellsing...

I have said it before, but then I wouldn't be a fangirl if I don't say it again. The Vampire is rising, out of the depths of self pity and identity loss. He moves, slowly but surely to claim his spot among true monsters. Someone has to discover this and adapt it to the screen in a decent, yet uncompromised way... in the meantime, I'll keep watching these weird japanese cartoons and reading Hirano's manga.
Sometimes in horror, sometimes with a chuckle of agreement I catch a glimpse of the vampire destroying every single other in his way, strugling to reconcicle with the original father of all modern archetypes, the beastly, inhuman Count that made me jump off my skin more than once when I was twelve.

Gotta go now, if I'm lucky, I'll catch GRINDHOUSE.


"Eternity is wasted upon the likes of you.
Try as you might, immortality slips away.
And you remain with only your shame." - Alucard (from HELLSING) to all vampires who don't live up to their names