Dracula by Bram Stoker arrived in the mail yesterday. I’ve been hooked since. Move aside, Angela Carter and Hilary Mantel!
Elizabeth Miller, a ‘Dracula expert’ describes it as being ‘one of those rare novels that just about everyone has heard of but few have actually read’ – so, so true. But how far removed our caricatured ideas of these sorts of novels are from the original masterpieces! After they’ve been distilled through the horrors of popular culture and children’s films (Disney is the usual culprit), they emerge quite unrecognisable.
Does anyone remember Infinite Summer, the Infinite Jest readalong that took the literary blogosphere by storm back in 2009? (The index of posts, complete with reading schedule and an accompaniment of notes and discussions, is still available online) Well, after the first readalong, there was actually a Dracula project by the same people, that I’m now having fun reading over. Beware of plot spoilers though!
Also, not strictly classics related, but currently wondering which books of the following authors I should read next: Salman Rushdie, Orhan Pamuk and Gabriel Garcia Marquez. I’m thinking Snow, My Name is Red, Midnight’s Children or East West for Rushdie and Pamuk, but not sure about where to go in terms of Marquez. I’ve read Love in the Time of Cholera, Hundred Years and Chronicles of a Death Foretold so far. Maybe just the Penguin edition of his collected stories? Maybe I should broaden my horizons and read some completely new writers like Chinua Achebe, who I’ve been meaning to read for a while now…