This article initially showed up in the March 1994 issue of Esquire. You can discover each Esquire story at any point distributed at Esquire Classic.성인용품
It really was a dull and turbulent evening. Furious clouds shrouded Houston’s Hobby International Airport, and glimmer flood alerts were being communicated on the radio. The gauge was for as much as ten creeps of downpour before the day’s end. As the limousine pushed through the storm, the travelers review, the water was rising practically halfway on the entryway boards. The driver turned and inquired as to whether she had carried the foul climate with her. Rice—the creator of Interview with the Vampire and about six top of the line books about the evil doings of witches, phantoms. Also, other ridiculous animals in an entire arrangement of dim and turbulent evenings—could just grin. Of late, she has been blamed for more noteworthy underhandedness than messing with the sky.
Resembling a coiffed Morticia Addams, Rice was in Texas to advance her most recent hit, Lasher, at Houston’s Crossroads Market and Bookstore. As her limo drew closer, a low thunder could be heard somewhere far off. From the outset it seemed as though thunder. When the vehicle adjusted the last curve, however, Rice could unmistakably make out the cadenced meter of reciting.
Assembled outside the book shop, almost 1,000 drenched groupies furnished in boots and trash containers, wielding umbrellas and dissent signs, were recounting similar reiteration as loud as possible: “No Tom Cruise! No Tom Cruise! No Tom Cruise!” As she got out of the vehicle, a young fellow gave her an appeal with many marks requiring a blacklist of the film rendition of Interview with the Vampire, which stars Cruise as Rice’s most scandalous devil, the vampire Lestat.
Those new to Rice may reasonably ask why her public appearances call forward hordes of furious trendy people and troublemakers wearing dark cowhide, Mohawks, tattoos, and nose rings. The individuals who do plunge into the Ricean exposition, which is of a style that can be depicted distinctly as haute purple, may likewise consider what is the issue here. Yet, factions take numerous structures, and Rice’s devotees feel they own the vampire Lestat, regardless of who paid for the film rights.
The genuine force of vampire writing, Rice has said, lies in “the fathomless well of illustration.” Devotees will in general add something extra to her books nearly anything they are searching for, be it habit, interminability, a mysterious society, or homosexuality. The more misty the symbolism, the more extensive the allure.