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Having been converted to vampirism, along with his actress mother, Noel, in 1870s Paris by Phillipe, the Marquis de Charnac, Jack stalks the all-too-trusting and willing gay men of Greenwich Village. His crimes draw the attention of not only the local gay press (which chronicles 'the Horror of West Street') but also his despised mother, who's attempting to blackmail her son into revealing the location of Phillipe's grimoires of power.
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Qvamp says: I admit that I didn't make it through this (very long) book. But, as far as I can tell, the summary of it is this: A powerful vampire stalks New York City preying on the lives of gay men. No matter how innocent a man is, or how much he has to live for, the cruel vampire will destroy it... ...But that's okay, he has great abs. Oh, and did I mention his hair?? If what you look for in a vampire hero is cruelty, vanity and short-sighted behavior, this book may be for you. Mind you, this writer has talent, but the story itself seems to be without direction. |
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The vampire Jean-Luc Courbet rises after sunset and admires his own beautiful physique before going out to the gay bars of New York City. There he trolls for good-looking young men with whom he can have sex. Unfortunately for these fellows, Jean-Luc follows his lovemaking by draining them of every drop of their blood. He hides the bodies as well as he can, but soon enough the police discover them along with additional corpses killed in the same way. It seems that another vampire is at work, and Jean-Luc suspects an old enemy. Through flashbacks, the reader learns how Jean-Luc became one of the undead and who it is that wants to destroy him. There are many things to criticize about this novel stilted dialog, poor plotting, lack of character development but this book has nothing even remotely to do with literature. It is about titillating the reader with one sex scene after another. Not a suitable purchase for most public libraries. Patricia Altner, Information Seekers, Bowie, MD
From Publisher's Weekly 12/01/2001
In what promises to be the first of a series, Lord shows that he has a good eye for detail, but this debut novel amounts to little more than an episodic account of the kills of his remorseless vampire protagonist, Jean-Luc 'Jack' Courbet. Having been converted to vampirism, along with his actress mother, No l, in 1870s Paris by Phillipe, Marquis de Charnac, Jack stalks the all-too-trusting and willing gay men of Greenwich Village. His crimes draw the attention of not only the local gay press (which chronicles 'the Horror of West Street') but also his despised mother, who's attempting to blackmail her son into revealing the location of Phillipe's grimoires of power. Jack's lethal seductions of his victims, fleetingly met and unmourned, are too gruesome for a sustained erotic charge. The author forgets that it is the threat, not the actual act of killing, that produces the greatest emotional tension and interest. In addition, the sexual explicitness may be disconcerting for readers seeking more conventional or 'straight' thrills. As one character tersely comments toward the end of the novel, 'And as smart as you are, and with all that you've learned over the years, you couldn't find another way to stay alive without killing people?' The same could be asked of the motives of this talented author. Lord could establish a name for himself, provided he stops treating potential victims of his darker creations as numbers to be disposed of swiftly after use. On the other hand, he may remain content to produce the gay vampire equivalent to American Psycho. (May 1) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
The book tickled my fancy, It was well written and it did indeed have a vampire but I don't think it was exactly queer Horror. I suppose I was expecting more blood and gore and less pointless fucking. It was good regardless and I do recomend it.
~Kitty-chan~
By: Togana ( toganatb@yahoo.com )
This book couldn't be more boring if it tried. I expected more for a Beboy author. There was absolutely zero amount of eroticism in this novel, not even a real sex scene. the main character is one-dimensional, he lacks a favorable personality. He's an indiscriminate killer for no apparent reason and you find yourself not really caring what happens to him. The story itself is erratic as if the author couldn't make up his mind on what he wanted to do with his characters. I would pass this book over.
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