Every year, I revisit a few of my favorite books. I enjoy getting reacquainted with old fictional friends and discovering new treasures within the pages of their lives. My latest adventure took me to the familiar depths of Love in Vein: Twenty Original Tales of Vampiric Erotica edited by Poppy Z. Brite.
Norman Partridge’s “Do Not Hasten to Bid Me Adieu,” a deliciously dark tale set in an alternate post-Dracula Texas, presents some pretty intense imagery. I wanted to share my favorite passage in the short story, which is the first in the anthology. These are the thoughts going through Quincey’s mind as he watches his beloved Lucy: “But the churning Atlantic had rocked a sailing ship, and that had moved her. And a bucking wagon jostled over the rutted roads of Texas, and that had moved her. And now her poor head, her poor severed head with all that dark beautiful hair, was trapped between her own sweet legs, nestled between her own tender thighs, just as his head had been.” pg. 13
Freaky visual, isn’t it? I’ve read all the tales several times in the last few years, and some of them (“Geraldine” by Ian McDowell is a good example) still make me shiver… and not in a good way, my Luvs. Here is part of the anthology’s blurb. Every bit of it is true; gut-chilling truth:
“The classic horror tale is about fear. But now there is a controversial new literature of the macabre that goes deeper than horror, beyond fear, to explore our darkest, most intimate hungers. The ones even lovers are forbidden to share.
[…] a shameless celebration of unspeakable intimacies. It is not for everyone.”
Holy fanged bras, Batman! Is that Lion-O’s vampire cousin?