We are in a small room with the vampire, face to face, as he speaks--as he pours out the hypnotic, shocking, moving, and erotically charged confessions of his first two hundred years as one of the living dead. . .
He speaks quietly, plainly, even gently . . . carrying us back to the night when he departed human existence as heir--young, romantic, cultivated-...
We are in a small room with the vampire, face to face, as he speaks--as he pours out the hypnotic, shocking, moving, and erotically charged confessions of his first two hundred years as one of the living dead. . .
He speaks quietly, plainly, even gently . . . carrying us back to the night when he departed human existence as heir--young, romantic, cultivated--to a great Louisiana plantation, and was inducted by the radiant and sinister Lestat into the other, the "endless," life . . . learning first to sustain himself on the blood of cocks and rats caught in the raffish streets of New Orleans, then on the blood of human beings . . . to the years when, moving away from his final human ties under the tutelage of the hated yet necessary Lestat, he gradually embraces the habits, hungers, feelings of vampirism: the detachment, the hardened will, the "superior" sensual pleasures.
He carries us back to the crucial moment in a dark New Orleans street when he finds the exquisite lost young child Claudia, wanting not to hurt but to comfort her, struggling against the last residue of human feeling within him . . .
We see how Claudia in turn is made a vampire--all her passion and intelligence trapped forever in the body of a small child--and how they arrive at their passionate and dangerous alliance, their French Quarter life of opulence: delicate Grecian statues, Chinese vases, crystal chandeliers, a butler, a maid, a stone nymph in the hidden garden court . . . night curving into night with their vampire senses heightened to the beauty of the world, thirsting for the beauty of death--a constant stream of vulnerable strangers awaiting them below . . .
We see them joined against the envious, dangerous Lestat, embarking on a perilous search across Europe for others like themselves, desperate to discover the world they belong to, the ways of survival, to know what they are and why, where they came from, what their future can be . . .
We follow them across Austria and Transylvania, encountering their kind in forms beyond their wildest imagining . . . to Paris, where footsteps behind them, in exact rhythm with their own, steer them to the doors of the Théâtre des Vampires--the beautiful, lewd, and febrile mime theatre whose posters of penny-dreadful vampires at once mask and reveal the horror within . . . to their meeting with the eerily magnetic Armand, who brings them, at last, into intimacy with a whole brilliant and decadent society of vampires, an intimacy that becomes sudden terror when they are compelled to confront what they have feared and fled . . .
In its unceasing flow of spellbinding storytelling, of danger and flight, of loyalty and treachery, Interview with the Vampire bears witness of a literary imagination of the first order.
"It seemed a lamp died somewhere. That from the cool, damp air
that much light was suddenly, soundlessly subtracted. I was sitting on
the verge of dream. Had I been mortal I would have been content to
sleep there. And in that drowsy, comfortable state I had a strange,
habitual mortal feeling, that the sun would wake me gently later and I
would have that rich, habitual vision of the ferns in the sunshine and
the sunshine an the droplets of rain. I indulged that feeling. I half
closed my eyes.
" Often afterwards I tried to remember those moments. Tried over
and over to recall just what it was in those rooms as we rested there,that began to disturb me, should have disturbed me. How, being off
my guard, I was somehow insensible to the subtle changes which must
have been taking place there. Lo... (查看原文)
/恒殊（Yomi） 『Die for me, my doting one. I think I shall like it. I shall like it as much as I liked the sufferings of Lestat, which I can scarce remember. I think, yes, that I might know pleasure once again, briefly, in your pain.』 ...
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全本书都充满了极优美的、带着某种强烈的怀旧情调的字句。不过这一段是给我印象最深的，即使是好几年前读的也忘不了，今天一时兴起决定找出来记录下来。 "It seemed a lamp died somewhere. That from the cool, damp air that much light was suddenly, soundlessly subtracted. I was sitting on the verge of dream. Had I been mortal I would have been content to sleep there. And in that drowsy, comfortable state I ...
"It seemed a lamp died somewhere. That from the cool, damp air
that much light was suddenly, soundlessly subtracted. I was sitting on
the verge of dream. Had I been mortal I would have been content to
sleep there. And in that drowsy, comfortable state I had a strange,
habitual mortal feeling, that the sun would wake me gently later and I
would have that rich, habitual vision of the ferns in the sunshine and
the sunshine an the droplets of rain. I indulged that feeling. I half
closed my eyes.
" Often afterwards I tried to remember those moments. Tried over
and over to recall just what it was in those rooms as we rested there,that began to disturb me, should have disturbed me. How, being off
my guard, I was somehow insensible to the subtle changes which must
have been taking place there. Long after, bruised and robbed and
embittered beyond my wildest dreams, I sifted through those
moments, those drowsy quiet early-hour moments when the clock
ticked almost imperceptibly on the mantelpiece, and the sky grew
paler and paler; and all I could remember-despite the desperation with
which I lengthened and fixed that time, in which I held out my hands
to stop the clock-all I could remember was the soft changing of tight.
" On guard, I would never have let it pass. Deluded with larger
concerns, I made no note of it. A lamp gone out, a candle
extinguished by the shiver of its own hot pool of wax. My eyes half
shut, I had the sense then. of impending darkness, of being shut up in
darkness.引自第228页
全本书都充满了极优美的、带着某种强烈的怀旧情调的字句。不过这一段是给我印象最深的，即使是好几年前读的也忘不了，今天一时兴起决定找出来记录下来。 "It seemed a lamp died somewhere. That from the cool, damp air that much light was suddenly, soundlessly subtracted. I was sitting on the verge of dream. Had I been mortal I would have been content to sleep there. And in that drowsy, comfortable state I ...
"It seemed a lamp died somewhere. That from the cool, damp air
that much light was suddenly, soundlessly subtracted. I was sitting on
the verge of dream. Had I been mortal I would have been content to
sleep there. And in that drowsy, comfortable state I had a strange,
habitual mortal feeling, that the sun would wake me gently later and I
would have that rich, habitual vision of the ferns in the sunshine and
the sunshine an the droplets of rain. I indulged that feeling. I half
closed my eyes.
" Often afterwards I tried to remember those moments. Tried over
and over to recall just what it was in those rooms as we rested there,that began to disturb me, should have disturbed me. How, being off
my guard, I was somehow insensible to the subtle changes which must
have been taking place there. Long after, bruised and robbed and
embittered beyond my wildest dreams, I sifted through those
moments, those drowsy quiet early-hour moments when the clock
ticked almost imperceptibly on the mantelpiece, and the sky grew
paler and paler; and all I could remember-despite the desperation with
which I lengthened and fixed that time, in which I held out my hands
to stop the clock-all I could remember was the soft changing of tight.
" On guard, I would never have let it pass. Deluded with larger
concerns, I made no note of it. A lamp gone out, a candle
extinguished by the shiver of its own hot pool of wax. My eyes half
shut, I had the sense then. of impending darkness, of being shut up in
darkness.引自第228页
全本书都充满了极优美的、带着某种强烈的怀旧情调的字句。不过这一段是给我印象最深的，即使是好几年前读的也忘不了，今天一时兴起决定找出来记录下来。 "It seemed a lamp died somewhere. That from the cool, damp air that much light was suddenly, soundlessly subtracted. I was sitting on the verge of dream. Had I been mortal I would have been content to sleep there. And in that drowsy, comfortable state I ...
"It seemed a lamp died somewhere. That from the cool, damp air
that much light was suddenly, soundlessly subtracted. I was sitting on
the verge of dream. Had I been mortal I would have been content to
sleep there. And in that drowsy, comfortable state I had a strange,
habitual mortal feeling, that the sun would wake me gently later and I
would have that rich, habitual vision of the ferns in the sunshine and
the sunshine an the droplets of rain. I indulged that feeling. I half
closed my eyes.
" Often afterwards I tried to remember those moments. Tried over
and over to recall just what it was in those rooms as we rested there,that began to disturb me, should have disturbed me. How, being off
my guard, I was somehow insensible to the subtle changes which must
have been taking place there. Long after, bruised and robbed and
embittered beyond my wildest dreams, I sifted through those
moments, those drowsy quiet early-hour moments when the clock
ticked almost imperceptibly on the mantelpiece, and the sky grew
paler and paler; and all I could remember-despite the desperation with
which I lengthened and fixed that time, in which I held out my hands
to stop the clock-all I could remember was the soft changing of tight.
" On guard, I would never have let it pass. Deluded with larger
concerns, I made no note of it. A lamp gone out, a candle
extinguished by the shiver of its own hot pool of wax. My eyes half
shut, I had the sense then. of impending darkness, of being shut up in
darkness.引自第228页
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全本书都充满了极优美的、带着某种强烈的怀旧情调的字句。不过这一段是给我印象最深的，即使是好几年前读的也忘不了，今天一时兴起决定找出来记录下来。 "It seemed a lamp died somewhere. That from the cool, damp air that much light was suddenly, soundlessly subtracted. I was sitting on the verge of dream. Had I been mortal I would have been content to sleep there. And in that drowsy, comfortable state I ...
0 有用 Daniel.A 2011-06-25
Marvelous
0 有用 我吃植物 2010-12-22
I love the movie basic on this book. But there are a lot of difference between movie and book. 这是一本关于恋童癖、同性恋的书。 That's all. LOL
0 有用 shi🌪 2020-03-07
印象深刻小说系列又加入一本，非常写实、非常自省的吸血鬼小说，比人更有人性，纠结，彷徨，自我否定，关于爱与恨，本能与克制，以及永生的悖论
0 有用 Floating Cloud 2013-01-20
Interview with a Vampire
0 有用 shi🌪 2020-03-07
印象深刻小说系列又加入一本，非常写实、非常自省的吸血鬼小说，比人更有人性，纠结，彷徨，自我否定，关于爱与恨，本能与克制，以及永生的悖论
0 有用 Floating Cloud 2013-01-20
Interview with a Vampire
0 有用 Daniel.A 2011-06-25
Marvelous
0 有用 我吃植物 2010-12-22
I love the movie basic on this book. But there are a lot of difference between movie and book. 这是一本关于恋童癖、同性恋的书。 That's all. LOL