Blood & Chocolate
I went to NYT bestselling author Christopher Moore's
book event in Berkeley last night. It was the first time I've seeen him speak publicly and it was SRO with fans clutching copies of his new vampire comedy, You Suck
. Chris was all kinds of funny, riffing on everything from having his chest hair shaved off in patches to Janet Maslin's ambiguous review
of the book in the NYT. If you have a chance to see him talk, GO.
Vampires are still all the rage. Will Smith's
people, and when you're that successful you have your own "people," have announced that he'll star in the vamp thriller, I am Legend
. The movie is based on the novel by scary writer Richard Matheson
. It's about "a mutant virus gone wrong." Those darn mutant viruses! Speaking of which, some nutjob scientist has reconstituted the virus for the 1918 flu
. He tested it on monkeys and then had to kill the monkeys after a few days because they were so sick. The mad scientist had some convoluted justification for re-creating the death virus; if it somehow gets out, no magical character will come save us.
I thought Blood & Chocolate
, by Annette Curtis Klause
, was a killer title for a book, and then, duh, I remembered: Elvis Costello
used it first. When struggling for a title, I go to Costello, too. The movie
based on this well-received teen vamp book is coming out next week.
So, does the interest in vampires reflect our zeitgeist, and, if so, what does it mean? The wish to encounter and yet survive a deadly force? Or maybe just a fascination with glamorous and dangerous Eurotrash