April 20, 2012 is the centenary of Bram Stoker’s death, so the culture pages and programs are filled with a lot of discussions of vampires in general and Dracula in particular – because most people have never heard of Stoker’s other works. Hence the Guardian offers a new review of Dracula and also republished the original review from 1897 (amusingly, the reviewer felt that ancient legendary creatures like vampires and werewolves were out of place in a modern nineteenth century setting). Spiegel Online offers its take on Dracula as well. The New York Times does not talk about Dracula today (there are collections of poems and personal essays and books on the Iraq war and on Dwight D. Eisenhauer to review after all), though they review the memoir of one of the more memorable actors to play Dracula, namely Frank Langella. Apparently, his sexual appetites dwarf that of Count Dracula and wander into Captain Jack Harkness territory, since Langella claims to have slept with pretty much every noteworthy person he ever met.
While on the subject of vampires, yesterday I blogged about the death of Jonathan Frid, who played Barnabas Collins on Dark Shadows and was the precursor to all of the sympathetic and romantic vampires of today. One of the obituaries for Jonathan Frid included a great quote from an interview that actress Kathryn Leigh Scott, one of Frid’s Dark Shadows co-stars and Barnabas’ love interest in the show, had given last year. So I tried to hunt down the original interview for my PhD thesis. I still haven’t found the interview, but I came across this interview with Kathryn Leigh Scott, in which she talks about her experiences as a Playboy Bunny in the 1960s and a bit about Dark Shadows, too. Turns out that the shortlived Playboy Club TV series (which I blogged about here and here) was based on a memoir by Kathryn Leigh Scott of her time as a Playboy Bunny.
Moving away from Dracula and Dark Shadows into general urban fantasy and paranormal romance territory, Lynn Viehl offers a list of fifty overused paranormal romance and urban fantasy clichés at Paperback Writer.
Finally, I had to postpone the birthday lunch planned for today, because the urologist with whom my aunt had been trying to get an appointment for seven weeks deigned to appear today with one day’s notice. Apparently, this very busy gentleman harbours under the misapprehension that wheelchair bound ladies in their seventies have nothing else to do but wait endlessly for doctor appointments. So I’ll just post some birthday photos now: Continue reading

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