Oh, what an amusing little thing this was. After the fairly annoying and outright boring previous two books in Vampire Chronicles, “The Vampire Armand” by Anne Rice (ISBN 0345434803; 457p.; Goodreads) has fixed quite a few things in this relationship of ours. I’m not much entertained of stories on mighty love for gods on Earth, or slow pace of telling them, but I do indeed love a good story of a vampire from the days he was a mortal, further to his turn, and all the way to today.
Born Andrej in deep cold Russia boy painted icons dubbed “not made by human hands“. Kidnapped from this life, tormented, and then saved by Marius, who named him Amadeo, loved him, cherished him, taught him, protected him, and later even turned him to be as he is – a child of darkness. But fate was unkind and he was ripped from this life of love and knowledge too, thrown into the darkness of superstitious, demonic, and oh so very gothic vampires, where as one of them, as Vampire Armand, he led a covenant of his kind, the infamous Theater of Vampires, all until Louis came to wreck havoc.
Armand, the boy who was mistakenly thought to speak with Lithuanian accent. Armand, who gave an icon to Prince Michael of Lithuania. Armand, the boy who could paint as if through divine torrent. And what a wonderful tale he had for us, even with Anne’s love and care for the details, even with all the slow inching through the years described. I’ll give this book a very firm 4 out of 5, but mind you, one point is surely there due to the hope it gave me that the further books in Chronicles will be even better. After all, I have already had the pleasure of the two (previously) last ones, and I know what a great impact they might be.