
Fact is stranger than fiction. If you have any doubt about that, take a good look at Michael Jackson the next time you see him on the television news.
I don’t have anything against people who are different. Still, there is a line few of us dare cross. Beyond the conformity of the herd, beyond free thinking individuality, there is a no-man’s land you cannot cross without turning into something alarming and, in extreme cases, monstrous.
What has this to do with vampires?
Nothing directly, but I’m sure I’m not the only horror writer who is filled with dark inspiration whenever I see his weirdly inhuman, mask-like face.
Once you have erased so much of yourself – your race, your age, your sexuality – what remains? Do you even remember who you are or once were?
Consider what it would be like to be trapped in a life that requires you to create increasingly more bizarre and grandiose incarnations of yourself.
Imagine the capacity for self-deceit when you are so wealthy and powerful that no one dares disagree with you or question your behavior.
It sounds like the subject of a very scary book.