In my opinion, Anne Rice has been slipping toward insignificance following the release of Memnoch the Devil, which honestly is one of my favorites of her Chronicles. But after that she gave us the pure crap of Blood and Gold and the only slightly better books like Merrick and Blackwood Farm and the very disappointing ending to The Vampire Chronicles, Blood Canticle. There were other clunkers, like Violin, but now … now she’s gone too far.
She’s claiming to be Christ’s voice.
“For over 10 years I’ve wanted to do this book — Jesus in his own words,” Rice writes.
Yeah. Sure. First of all, the sheer hubris
of thinking she can write a book in the words of Christ is a huge
turnoff. Secondly, you can be sure the book will be filled with her
political and social liberal views and she’ll claim Christ is okay with
things an accurate reading of Scripture shows that he would not condone.
But the real hubris hear
hearkens back to her Amazon.com rant in which she said she has reached
a point in her career where she will not allow an editor to touch her
work. That, I think, is the key to Anne’s fall. You’re not prefect,
Anne. When left unedited you ramble. You drive the reader insane with
page after page of description of details about clothing, food and
drapery. You do stupid things like bring Mozart into your stories.
I used to refer to this as The Stephen King Syndrome. King became so
popular, I think, that no editor would touch his work. Was it because
he wouldn’t let them, like Anne said? I dunno. But when he put out the
expanded version of The Stand
it was pretty obvious he was running the show; editors had gone from
being the gatekeepers to being the butlers who opened the door every
time King sent a manuscript. I also have to believe that if any other
author had turned in the manuscript of The Tommyknockers it would have earned a form rejection letter. Same for Rice and Violin.
And there’s my opinion on that.
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