Frank Delaney is the author of the Kindle Single, Undead ($0.99), the back story of the original Dracula, and its creator, Bram Stoker. Here he discusses readers’ undying thirst for Vampire stories:
Think of this as your trick ‘n treat: ninety-nine years since his physical death, Abraham - “Bram” - Stoker is still alive. Watch True Blood, ask Sookie Stackhouse, read Anne Rice. Stoker didn’t start the vampire craze, but he did make the most enduring contribution to the genre with his 1897 novel, Dracula (originally titled Un-Dead).
The novel isn’t remarkable--and that’s being kind. It’s so clumsy that he must have written it with a hammer, and it’s full of vampires.
There must be reasons for all this non-stop vampire-building. Do we want the dead to come back to us, especially if they were people we had desired? Or has life grown so brutish that we’re looking for some crude idea of immortality, however creepy? Especially if we have more power dead than alive? You can even drag politics into it. Dracula is an aristocrat, a landlord--sucking the blood of his peasants.
The gut reason, though? We love to hate blood, sex, and death--the most real stuff of our lives. And we’ll never tire of them; we haven’t since we first sat around our fires in the hovels of ancient civilization and worked out why that person lying silent, cold and stiff in the corner will never come back. Or will he? And if he did--well, wasn’t that a trick and a treat?