Sunday morning, while finally logging onto my PC after a few days away from my office, I saw Christopher Rice’s post on Twitter and then Facebook became flooded by fellow writers talking about the passing of Anne Rice. I was devastated and thought about her, her work, and how much credit I’ve given to her and her work. It’s true, the credit I’ve given her.
The first book I ever read from her was Interview with the Vampire in my youth. I even took special care of that edition and still own it. I had read nothing like it before and it was a masterpiece to me. The way she laced her words together in a beautiful symphonic story blending modern time with historical reliving. I read it over and over until I could get the second book, The Vampire Lestat, and eventually Queen of the Damned. Over the years, my collection grew, and I favored certain ones over others, but that first book always held a special meaning to me as it was while reading it. I thought to myself maybe I could write too.
I never wanted to copy her work, but she inspired me to develop my style. It sparked the creative fire in me I didn’t know was there. She gave me a voice I felt I didn’t have at a time in my life. I knew I didn’t have. She gave me the ability to cope in a world I couldn’t control. Some have told me I always gave a perfect stranger too much credit without giving myself any, since it was me that started writing and developing characters, like Dante Angeloft from my series.
Perhaps they are right, but if I had never read that book, I don’t know if another writer’s work would’ve inspired me. As the internet came and eventually Youtube I found her interviews and her writing advice that further inspired me and guided me along the way. For example, I especially love her advice on writing what you love and an audience will come. It is true.
My heart goes out to her family. She touched so many lives, mine included.