What does /lit/ think of Anne Rice? I like her writing, but she's popular so idk if you guys are hopeless contrarian or not.
Pic related is my favorite Rice book.
Why am I not surprised
>>7785716
I read all these as a kid, up to Blood and Gold.
They're awful, only the first few are even entertaining. They quickly devolve into basically "safe" porn for women, where men with no sex drives just want to please them in MMF threesomes.
Reminds me of shit like Dexter and Twilight today that feature "dangerous" men who would never hurt a woman, lack sex drives, and just want to appreciate them while having sex.
I'm the only straight male I know of who has ever read these and that's because I found them at my grandmother's house. Middle age and older women/gay men are the real demographic.
>>7785813
The most informative and unmemey post on /lit/ all year and it's a review of horny grandma threesome fiction.
From what I've heard its the older generation's Twilight. Anne Rice is a mormon.
>>7785862
>The most informative and unmemey post on /lit/ all year
I was about to say this was wrong but on second thought the board has been pure shit since around Christmastime
>>7785873
She was a Catholic, then an atheist, now she believes in Christ without all the church trappings.
I'm gonna post some Anne Rice prose a little later, I truly think she is an underrated writer of prose. Everyone just focuses on the spicy bits and the silly stuff like DUDE VAMPIRES LOL
I thought Interview with the Vampire was brilliant.
I struggled through The Vampire Lestat but didn't particularly like it.
I tried to read one of the other Vampire books but didn't get very far.
Basically I feel that the first book presented all of her really good ideas in the best way she could, and everything else is just a rehash with the same characters or slightly different characters.
>>7785900
>people focus too much on vampires in a series of books known as "the vampire chronicles", examples of which include: the vampire lestat, the vampire armond, and interview with a vampire.
>>7785930
I'm specifically talking about the prose, autist. Is reading comprehension too much to expect on /lit/?
>>7785942
>`I am Lasher,' he said gently as if trying to protect her from the coarseness of his words. `I am Lasher and I am in the flesh, and have come again, my beautiful one, my Mayfair Witch.' Lovely enunciation, careful yet so rapid. `Flesh and blood now, yes, a man, yes, again, and needing you, my beauty, my Gifford Mayfair. Cut me and I bleed. Kiss me and you quicken my passion. Learn for yourself. . . .' "
>>7785942
>But after the third night up, I was roaring around New Orleans on a big black Harley-Davidson motorcycle making plenty of noise myself. I was looking for more killers to feed on. I wore gorgeous black leather clothes that I'd taken from my victims, and I had a little Sony Walkman stereo in my pocket that fed Bach's Art of the Fugue through tiny earphones right into my head as I blazed along.
I was the vampire Lestat again. I was back in action. New Orleans was once again my hunting ground.
As for my strength, well, it was three times what it had once been. I could leap from the street to the top of a four-story building. I could pull iron gratings off windows. I could bend a copper penny double. I could hear human voices and thoughts, when I wanted to, for blocks around.
By the end of the fast week I had a pretty female lawyer in a downtown glass and steel skyscraper who helped me procure a legal birth certificate, Social Security card, and driver's license. A good portion of my old wealth was on its way to New Orleans from coded accounts in the immortal Bank of London and the Rothschild Bank.
But more important, I was swimming in realizations. I knew that everything the amplified voices had told me about the twentieth century was true.
>>7785942
>For a long time she stared at me again in the same still, listless fashion.
"Does nothing about it all . . . ever . . . frighten you?" she asked. Her voice was guttural and unfamiliar. "Does nothing . . . ever . . . stop you?" she asked. Her mouth was open and perfect and looked like a human mouth.
"I don't know," I whispered helplessly. "I don't see the point," I said. But I felt confused now. Again I told her to cut it each night and to bum it. Simple.
"Yes, bum it," she sighed. "Otherwise it should fill all the rooms of the tower in time, shouldn't it? It would be like Rapunzel's hair in the fairy tale. It would be like the gold that the miller's daughter had to spin from straw in the fairy tale of the mean dwarf, Rumpelstiltskin."
"We write our own fairy tales, my love," I said. "The lesson in this is that nothing can destroy what you are now. Every wound will heal. You are a goddess."
"And the goddess thirsts," she said.
Hours later, as we walked arm in arm like two students through the boulevard crowds, it was already forgotten. Our faces were ruddy, our skin warm.
But I did not leave her to go to my lawyer. And she did not seek the quiet open country as she had wanted to do. We stayed close to each other, the faintest shimmer of the presence now and then making us turn our heads.
DUDE VAMPIRES LMAO
>>7785942
From Memnoch he devil, OP's favorite:
>“Forgive me, forgive me,” I whispered, and my tongue broke through the thin cotton of her panties, tearing the cloth back from the soft down of pubic hair, pushing aside the blood-stained pad she wore, and I lapped at the blood just inside her young pink vaginal lips, just coming from the mouth of her womb, not pure blood, but blood from her, blood from her strong, young body, blood all over the tight hot cells of her vaginal flesh, blood that brought no pain, no sacrifice, only her gentle forbearance with me, with my unspeakable act, my tongue going deep into her, drawing out the blood that was yet to come, gently, gently, lapping the blood from the soft hair on her pubic lips, sucking each tiny droplet of it.
>>7786005
wow this is more graphic than lolita
>>7785942
You would have to be an autist to think the prose is anything other than absolutely awful. The only reason to read these books is if you get off to vampires.
>>7786005
Woah what
>He urged me back gently and with his left hand he lifted his balls and his cock. I dropped down and kissed his balls immediately. I ran my tongue over them as I had been taught to do with the ponies in the stable, mouthing them and feeling them tenderly with my teeth, and then I took the cock in my mouth and pulled hard on it, a little startled by it's thickness. It was no thicker than the large phallus, I thought. No, just that thick, and the dizzying thought came to me that he had prepared me for himself, and when I thought of him entering me that way himself I became almost uncontrollably excited. I sucked and licked at the cock, tasting it, and thinking this is the Master and not one of the other slaves, this is the man who has all day silently commanded me, subjugating me, defeating me, and I felt my legs slide apart and my belly dip down and my buttocks rise in a spontaneous motion as I sucked, groaning softly.
>>7786005
I still remember being super weirded out the first time I read that passage. Lestat is such a weird perv.
>Beauty didn't know which way to look. Here a robust officer of the guard in his vest of shining mail pulled a very pink and pale-haired Princess off her feet and set her standing on the table. With her hands behind her head she quickly danced and hopped as she was told, her breasts bouncing, her face flushed, her silvery blond hair flying in long perfect corkscrews curls about her shoulders. Her eyes were bright with a mixture of fear and obvious excitement. There another delicate-limbed female slave was being thrown over a crude lap and spanked as her frantic hands went to cover her face before they were pulled aside and playfully held out before her by an amused onlooker.
>Between the casks on the walls, more naked slaves stood, their legs apart, their hips thrust out, waiting to be picked, it seemed. And in the corner of the room, a beautiful Prince with full red curls to the shoulders sat with legs apart on the lap of a hulking soldier, their mouths locked in a kiss as the soldier stroked the Prince's upright organ. The red-haired Prince licked at the soldier's coarsely shaven beard, mouthed his chin, then opened his lips to the kissing again. His eyebrows with knit with the intensity of his passion, thought he sat as helplessly and still as if he had been tied there, his bottom riding up with the shift of the soldier's knee, the soldier pinching the Prince's thigh to make him jump, the Prince's arm hanging loosely over the soldier's neck, right hand buried in the soldiers thick hair with slow, flexing fingers.
Typing this from the book is tough. Shall I continue?
>>7786082
>Typing this from the book is tough
>not just downloading the ebook and copy/pasting.
>>7786055
Vampires have a thing for menstrual blood
>>7786082
This book is the book that broke me of my long held habit of always finishing each book I began. It was so dreadfully tedious.
>Typing this from the book is tough. Shall I continue?
As long as you're amusing yourself, too. I'm enjoying your selections. Nice walk down memory lane.
>>7786110
It's a seriously shitty series, anon. Don't waste your time.
>And Beauty saw it was a big, pretty white cat that stared at her with almond-shaped blue eyes in that wide, inquisitive manner cats have, it's pink tongue licking it's black nose in a quick gesture.
>A wave of absolute shame overcame Beauty. She writhed on the board, a helpless and suffering creature, even more lowly than this proud, disdainful little beast that peered at her from the Mistress's arms with jeweled eyes. But the Mistress had bent down, apparently to reach for something.
>And Beauty saw her rise again with a thick dab of yellow cream on her fingers. The fingers smeared the cream to Beauty's throbbing nipples and dabbed it between her legs so that it dripped and slid in dollops into her vagina.
>"Just butter, my sweet, fresh butter" said the Mistress. "No perfumed ointments here." And suddenly she dropped the cat on all fours on Beauty's tender belly and chest, and Beauty felt the soft pads of the cat's feet moving up her chest with maddening quickness.
>She squirmed, pulled on the straps. The little beast had dipped it's head, and the rough, sandy tongue was eating at her nipple, devouring the butter that covered it. Some deep, deep, hitherto unknown fear made itself known, sending Beauty in wilder and wilder struggles.
cont...
>>7785716
I want to kill the retards who just changed the curriculum and put this alongside national trash leftist trite Farenheit 451, Neuromancer and left the father of our national literature as optional. Fucks sake you could have put in at least Dick or Le Guin for SF and Dracula for vampire stuff.
>>7786005
Oh man I remember this bit.
Kind of agree with what anons have said here. It has a clearly female target audience and it certainly satisfies basic urges. I read it when I was a teenager and probably wouldn't picky it up again. But having read quite a bit of Twilight and some excerpts from 50 Shades it's still very different and much higher quality prose and plot. Anne Rice is like the stuff goth girls and young book worms read. Twiligt and 50 Shades are just completely normie and written for people who barely read at all.
>>7786226
>But the indifferent little monster with it's exquisite white face ate on and on, the nipple exploding under the licks, and Beauty's whole body went tense, lifting itself off the wood and thudding down again.
>The creature was lifted, taken to the right breast, and Beauty pulled with all her strength on the straps, the sobs shaking out of her, the little hind feet padding deeply into her belly, the soft stomach hairs of the cat brushing her as the tongue lapped again, cleaning the nipple thoroughly.
>Beauty clenched her teeth not the scream to word "No," her eyes squeezing shut again, only to open on the sight of the heart-shaped face dipping down in short quick movements as the tongue lapped, the nipple pushed back and forth by the strength of the sandy lick, the sensation so exquisite, so dreadful, that Beauty screamed louder than she had screamed under the paddle.
>But the cat was being lifted. Beauty thrashed from side to side, clenching her teeth harder on the "No" that must not come out as she felt those silky ears and that fur between her legs, and the tongue darting at her distended clitoris. "O, but please, no, no" she screamed in the sanctuary of her mind, even as the pleasure jetted through her, mingling with the loathing of the hairy little feline and its horrid mindless feasting. Her hips froze in the air, inches above the wood, the furry nose and mouth pushing deeper and deeper into her. No more tongue on the clitoris, just the maddening brushing on the top of the head against it, and it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough. O, the little monster!
It is essentially erotica. Though by no means bad quality if female-targeted erotica is what you're looking for.
Despite what all the nerds here are saying, as a man I feel completely comfortable reading Anne Rice. Maybe you guys need to get in touch with your feminine side.
