Due to the business of my whole university work it has taken ages for me to finish reading this book but finally, after about a year and a half I have finally got to the end of this novel.
I have a taste for dark literature, gothic and shizz...you would know of this if you read my blog. Strangely I have always loved this kind of stuff. I remember when I was about six years old and my family got a computer. There was a program that allowed you to make your own bookmarks. My sisters chose nice pictures, my brother chose cars and I chose the Wolfman, Dracula and Frankenstein cartoons on my bookmark. I suppose it is in my blood. (Note: another reason I like gypsies is because they are described in Dracula. In the last scene the main characters were fighting gypsies because they were carrying Dracula's coffin.)
This is the OFFICIAL sequel to the original 1897 original (Ahhhh was my original reaction).When I heard that a sequel had been written I was mortified that such a classic had been developed upon. I have always hated when people make sequels of much loved classics. You instantly think...Oh gawd, they are going to ruin the book aren't they?
Once the story of the original has finished I believe it is a better thrill for you to imagine for yourself what the characters in the story did for the rest of their life. After Dracula had been killed and everyone had settled down I thought that they would visit Transylvania, regularly meet up with each other and talk about the old times...but not in this interpretation.
I bought the book as I knew I would do and began turning the pages. It was written by two people, a direct descendant of Bram Stoker, Dacre Stoker and a writer called Ian Holt.
The story began with a hunt for Elisabeth Bathory, the Blood Countess of legend who is being hunted by Dr J Seward himself. They have depicted him as a broken man who feels he doesn't have much purpose any more. Bathory is a lesbian, they made this very obvious because there is a description about the first time she fell in love with a woman. I have no idea whether the real Bathory of history was of the persuasion but...ya know, she killed lots of servant girls in her time.
You slowly learn that a lot of the original characters have gone a bit downhill, all scarred in their own way by Dracula. Everyone is scarred apart from Quincey Harker that is, the son of Jonathan and Mina Harker (named after the original and was only mentioned briefly in the epilogue of the 'real' book.)
One thing that I disagreed with was the writing style. I thought that if you were going to write a sequel to a nineteenth century novel then you should adopt the literary style of both the style of the writer and the time. For example nothing is hidden in the writing. Everything was hinted at, not actually mentioned. An example is in the story 'Carmilla' by Sheridan Le Fanu, in which the vampire character was an obvious lesbian. It was the same in Dracula, everything is 'suggested' and I think that this way of doing things should have been carried on in the sequel...ah well, I can let them off that.
...but then the writers did something blasphemous...all of the original characters started to be killed off one by one. What were they thinking? Dr Seward was run over by a carriage, Jonathan Harker was impaled in the middle of London (why?) Oh yeah and Dracula was not dead but had become an actor and was acting himself in the Dracula play. Even Bram Stoker himself becomes a character in the story, looking over the play of his own book. Dracula is depicted as a sympathetic character as well who looks back at the old days when he was a prince fighting the Turks...oh yeah and Abraham Van Helsing turns out to be a right old nut job.
I won't spoil the ending in case you want to read it but although I was sceptical about it at the beginning I thought it was an enjoyable enough read it. I still held my own opinions about what happened to the characters after the original story so I treated this book as somebody's own interpretation. A good book for the bookshelf with those with an interest in this sort of thing.
A good read if you don't take it too seriously. Why are most female vampires depicted as lesbians?...in literally every single vamp book.
I might do a few more book reviews. I'm now reading 'Rabbit Stew and a Penny or Two' by Maggie Smith- Bendell. She is a gypsy and the book is her childhood memoirs of being a gypsy during the war but also growing up in the 1950's. Good 'ole Jip- Japs. Watch this space.
Over and Out.
ED
Monday, May 23, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Dawn of the Ed.
Here is a list of some more life ambitions,
Well my degree is over and I am back in Leicester for a bit. With the new found time that I have that isn't taken up with meeting up with people, I have delved into something that I have not properly done for three years... frickin' read...and it was amazing.
I have read Hop Frog by Edgar Allan Poe, The Strange High House in the Mist by H.P Lovecraft, the first chapter of 'Rabbit Stew' by Maggie Smith- Bendell and a Judge Dredd story arc from 2000ad on Sunday. Bliss.
What does one do after university?
"Get a job Ed...perhaps...duh Ed?"
...............Yeah well you know what I have to say to that?
"Tick!"
With the little time I have off to do that I have made it my mission to sleep and read, go and enjoy things for a bit... just until I have to work and gain the work experience that I need.
In July I intend to write a blog post every day for the entire month.......awww yeahh, bring it on boyo!
Over and Out.
Ed
- Go and travel for a year sometime in my life.
- Write a book about Gothic Fiction.
- Learn German properly.
- Write this blog for a very, very long time.
Well my degree is over and I am back in Leicester for a bit. With the new found time that I have that isn't taken up with meeting up with people, I have delved into something that I have not properly done for three years... frickin' read...and it was amazing.
I have read Hop Frog by Edgar Allan Poe, The Strange High House in the Mist by H.P Lovecraft, the first chapter of 'Rabbit Stew' by Maggie Smith- Bendell and a Judge Dredd story arc from 2000ad on Sunday. Bliss.
What does one do after university?
"Get a job Ed...perhaps...duh Ed?"
...............Yeah well you know what I have to say to that?
"Tick!"
With the little time I have off to do that I have made it my mission to sleep and read, go and enjoy things for a bit... just until I have to work and gain the work experience that I need.
In July I intend to write a blog post every day for the entire month.......awww yeahh, bring it on boyo!
Over and Out.
Ed
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The little time that I have to write a blog post.
I believe that one of the many uses of writing is to reflect, to vent things that went well and vent things that didn't go well. I have written this piece honestly as a reflection of my time at university. Well it's almost the end of the year for my university and the end of an era (and not long before I have the essay in front of me finished). It is time for me to step out into the world and enjoy a good life, away from all of the formalities of education. It has been a long ride, a right old goodun.
But what about the questions?....
Have I improved as a writer?....
The answer is yes. I have a greater passion for writing than I had before starting. I have learnt the ins and outs of the business, of the simple joys of expressing yourself, of creating work that have hopefully benefitted people that have read it.
Have I become a better person?...
I have grown thicker skin. I have come to the understanding that not everyone will understand you.
Have I met good friends?...
Of course. I have met friends that I wish to stay friends with for the rest of my life. I have interacted with a lot of people and found amazing people who have enriched my life.
Would I do it all again?...
It was good and all but......nope.
Favourite moments?......
Well there are many. Too many to count.
Life is good. I love life.
Over and Out.
ED.
But what about the questions?....
Have I improved as a writer?....
The answer is yes. I have a greater passion for writing than I had before starting. I have learnt the ins and outs of the business, of the simple joys of expressing yourself, of creating work that have hopefully benefitted people that have read it.
Have I become a better person?...
I have grown thicker skin. I have come to the understanding that not everyone will understand you.
Have I met good friends?...
Of course. I have met friends that I wish to stay friends with for the rest of my life. I have interacted with a lot of people and found amazing people who have enriched my life.
Would I do it all again?...
It was good and all but......nope.
Favourite moments?......
Well there are many. Too many to count.
Life is good. I love life.
Over and Out.
ED.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Hast thou a hat?
I have recently logged into my old youtube account and found this, a video that I made when I was messing around after getting a webcam during my first year of university. Here...is...that...video.
Over and Out.
ED
Over and Out.
ED
Saturday, March 19, 2011
The Tarot and the Thief.
Most people that I ask have said that they play video games in their spare time or watch tv, which I do but I decided that I wanted to do something mystical, gain a skill or read more books than I do. I came to the decision that I would learn how to read the Tarot after buying a set from the Waterstones Store in Derby where I go to university. The cards were beautiful, the pictures were amazing. I could even recognise some of the symbols on the cards. I typed Tarot card reading into youtube and the first video I came across was one person who said that they had been learning about Tarot for about five years and they still considered themselves to be a beginner... frickin' icky thump mate.
I returned home for the weekend and my mum happened to have a book on Tarot cards that she had got from a friend which she gave to me to look at. Tarot card reading is incredibly complex. Not only do you have to learn the meanings of the cards but there is a whole universe of information that you have to know.
One thing that surprised me most is that the book said that if the person you are giving a reading to is forty then you have to change the reading slighty...so why are forty year olds different to the other ages. What's with the discrimination?
There are four suits in Tarot cards; cups, wands, pentacles and swords. There are also cards called higher arcana. If you draw four kings in one reading then you have to adapt the reading slightly...bla bla bla...there is loads to learn.
BUT
I WILL learn the Tarot because not many people nowadays know how to do it and it's pretty fun so far. It looks like you need quite some skills to do a reading but the day will come when I will be able to do it.
Oh yeah and the reason that I am posting the picture below is because it looks cool...slightly mystical
Ramble on.
Over and Out.
ED
P.S--- I do not necessarily hold a personal belief in Tarot but in the words of someone I recently interviewed for my dissertation,
'There are many forms of storytelling, there are very many varied ways to reflect on oneself, through identifying with characters in books or through using symbols. The mystical is looking into the complex, organic world of yourself.'
I returned home for the weekend and my mum happened to have a book on Tarot cards that she had got from a friend which she gave to me to look at. Tarot card reading is incredibly complex. Not only do you have to learn the meanings of the cards but there is a whole universe of information that you have to know.
One thing that surprised me most is that the book said that if the person you are giving a reading to is forty then you have to change the reading slighty...so why are forty year olds different to the other ages. What's with the discrimination?
There are four suits in Tarot cards; cups, wands, pentacles and swords. There are also cards called higher arcana. If you draw four kings in one reading then you have to adapt the reading slightly...bla bla bla...there is loads to learn.
BUT
I WILL learn the Tarot because not many people nowadays know how to do it and it's pretty fun so far. It looks like you need quite some skills to do a reading but the day will come when I will be able to do it.
Oh yeah and the reason that I am posting the picture below is because it looks cool...slightly mystical
Ramble on.
Over and Out.
ED
P.S--- I do not necessarily hold a personal belief in Tarot but in the words of someone I recently interviewed for my dissertation,
'There are many forms of storytelling, there are very many varied ways to reflect on oneself, through identifying with characters in books or through using symbols. The mystical is looking into the complex, organic world of yourself.'
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Proof of my Gypsy Ancestry (In Bullet Points)
- My Mum has curly black hair and has tanned skin even when it is winter. My Grandpa also had black hair and tanned easily...pretty Romani if you ask me.
- During the weekend I was given a charm by my mother who said the trick was to rub it in order to get luck...
- When my Mum and Dad were going out before they were married my Dad would stay at the Pick house for the weekend (Pick was my mothers maiden name). My Grandad made a traditional meal from the remnants of the Sunday meal, making all the left overs into a stew. Guess what the stew was called....yep.....it was called Jippo.
- My grandmother told me about gypsies that live near to the house where she lives.
- My Dad was working in his office one day when an actual gypsy came in and asked to read his fortune. I can't remember the whole story but she said that my Dad would live until he was ninety two.....coincidence...well yes but I just wanted to mention it.
- The Pick family attraction to the mystical. There are certain traits like putting 20 pences under Buddha statuettes to get good luck, having a general interest in the mystical type things.
- My uncle travelling around in a canal boat, going around the country.
- Uh...I like gypsies.
One day I am going to look at both sides of the family properly. I bet you I will find gypsy blood somewhere. The evidence is out there.
Over and Out.
ED
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Why I love Leicester.
There are many people that talk about how terrible their home town or city is.
"It's too full of chavs" they say or pardon the language...
"It's a sh** hole...it's not like some other cities that I've seen."
I returned to Leicester after months of living in Derby. I took the skylink bus from Derby Bus Station right into my village Birstall (and yes I love public transport also, it's a great place to meditate on things, listen to music or read.)
I passed through Loughborough, with it's market, it's Rileys, it's McDonalds and Argos. I knew where everything was from the Comic Book Shop, where the old music shop was (it closed down), where the book shop is and the small Vue cinema which holds so many teenage memories for me. People may complain about Loughborough but I have an adoration for it and I love it even more because it has it's imperfections.
We travelled on to Leicester. I looked down the road to where my Nan lives in Syston (it was her birthday also yesterday, she was ninety years old, still as bright as a button. Happy Birthday Nannie). Leicester is one of the best places in the country. There are so many brilliant places to go to, to be, so many great scenes that you can be a part of.
I love you Leicester and whatever anyone says about you, you are always going to be very special to me.
My brother, Tom opened the door of he house, gave a 'hey bro' hug and spoke to each other. It was not long before my Mum got back from work. She gave me a hug and a tea to boot.
Leicester Pride...although Derby has a good music scene...and by good I mean that not only is the scene good but the music is also of good taste Leicester gave birth to so many brilliant people...and the clock tower is amazng........sooooooooo...
Happy life living.
Over and Out.
ED.
"It's too full of chavs" they say or pardon the language...
"It's a sh** hole...it's not like some other cities that I've seen."
I returned to Leicester after months of living in Derby. I took the skylink bus from Derby Bus Station right into my village Birstall (and yes I love public transport also, it's a great place to meditate on things, listen to music or read.)
I passed through Loughborough, with it's market, it's Rileys, it's McDonalds and Argos. I knew where everything was from the Comic Book Shop, where the old music shop was (it closed down), where the book shop is and the small Vue cinema which holds so many teenage memories for me. People may complain about Loughborough but I have an adoration for it and I love it even more because it has it's imperfections.
We travelled on to Leicester. I looked down the road to where my Nan lives in Syston (it was her birthday also yesterday, she was ninety years old, still as bright as a button. Happy Birthday Nannie). Leicester is one of the best places in the country. There are so many brilliant places to go to, to be, so many great scenes that you can be a part of.
I love you Leicester and whatever anyone says about you, you are always going to be very special to me.
My brother, Tom opened the door of he house, gave a 'hey bro' hug and spoke to each other. It was not long before my Mum got back from work. She gave me a hug and a tea to boot.
Leicester Pride...although Derby has a good music scene...and by good I mean that not only is the scene good but the music is also of good taste Leicester gave birth to so many brilliant people...and the clock tower is amazng........sooooooooo...
Happy life living.
Over and Out.
ED.
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