Great book. This is the story of Louis, and mostly concerns his life in New Orleans with Lestat, the vampire that made him, and their ‘daughter’ Claudia. The second part of the narrative is set in Europe.
If ever a book could be described as gothic, this is it. Set primarily in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, Louis tells his story to an unnamed reporter in the twentieth century and recounts his life and all the great loves and tragedies in it.
Though Louis is the only POV, it is really Lestat and Claudia that steal the show, particularly Claudia. Lestat is depicted as an unsophisticated monster though there is a definite feel of an unreliable narrator going on. Claudia is the real enigma throughout, both to Louis and the reader. Made a vampire at six years old (I think) she is forever trapped in a girls body even as the years go by, which causes so many of the conflicts in the novel. There is just something so sad about her, imagine being sixty years old but still looking like a child, with the knowledge that you will still look like that potentially for millennia!? Also being changed so young, she had no real memories of her mortal life so she is more other worldly than the other two.
What lets this book down a bit is Louis himself. Like seriously this guy is melodramatic. There is so much swooning and moping that it gets too much sometimes, especially once the story switches to Europe. But it is written well, it’s so atmospheric, that you can’t help but be caught up in the whole sweeping narrative as the centuries pass by.
If you’re in the mood for something gothic and self-indulgent (in a good way), then this could be the book for you.
4 stars out of 5