Diagnosed with breast cancer in 1986, Andrews hid her condition as long as she could; in December of that year, with 24 million copies of her seven novels in print, she passed away. Within days, Simon and Schuster’s staff received a memo informing them that Andrews had left behind unpublished novels, as well as detailed notes and outlines for more, allowing them to publish books under her name for years to come, starting with a
Whether it’s the books she wrote herself or the ones ghostwritten in her name, Andrews’s books are high gothic horror, with their shock treatments and split personalities (
Editor Ann Patty rejected every cover treatment until art director Milton Charles designed what became the iconic V.C. Andrews cover: a die-cut opening revealing a character staring out morosely. It immediately launched a die-cut cover craze. Credit 116
Andrews never phoned it in. She became her characters, crying when they cried, losing weight when they starved. “We all have primal fears of being helpless, trapped in a situation beyond our control,” she said, talking about her disease; her books were about people breaking out of their prisons, finding freedom, becoming empowered. Later in that 1985 interview, Andrews was asked if her stories were autobiographical. “I don’t want to write an autobiography,” she said. “My life isn’t finished yet.”
A year later, she was dead. And yet she lived on. Andrews revived gothic horror by making fear less of a supernatural threat and more of a family affair. It would take another woman to introduce actual monsters to the new gothic. Anne Rice and her melodramatic vampires were ready to swoop in for the kill.
The Vampire Strikes Back
From their earliest appearances in literature, vampires have been jerks. Dracula was rude and smelly Eurotrash. Sheridan LeFanu’s Carmilla was a terrible houseguest. And the less said about Varney the Vampire, the better. Then Anne Rice came along and completely overhauled their image. Sympathetic vampires had been given starring roles before, notably in Jane Gaskell’s 1964 novel
Rice gave vampires a voice. And then they wouldn’t shut up. Narrated by an especially whiny Louis,
Despite not finding a huge audience in hardcover,
As the series progressed and Rice’s fortunes changed, so did her vampire’s voice. Lestat wasn’t a whiner. He was a rock star. Rice, who was born Howard Allen O’Brien and once described herself as a gay man trapped in a woman’s body, said that with Lestat she was writing not about who she was, but who she wanted to be. This switch to a more proactive and fearless character not only matched where the author was in her life, but it was also a shrewd move that made the sequel a hit.
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The front and back covers for the first paperback of