Our postman has just delivered my review copy of Dracul, the prequel to Bram Stoker's Dracula. The great-grand-nephew of Stoker, Dacre Stoker, has worked with author J D Barker to pull together the narrative from notes and journals left by Bram, who is at the heart of the action as a sickly child in this 481-page volume published by Penguin Random House.
The author's notes are fascinating, featuring real-life jottings by the young Bram Stoker such as: I once knew a little boy who put so many flies in a bottle that they had not room to die!!!, which is quoted in part two of Dracula. There is also a vampire memo, detailing the absence of looking glasses in the Count's house, the absence of a reflection in looking glasses elsewhere and the observation that he never eats or drinks. Bordering on the slightly gruesome, the notes end with a shot of Bram's own gravestone.
The prequel proper ends on a tender note that encapsulates the highs and lows of vampiredom, which to this reader recall the plight of Conmor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod in Highlander, in that the undead (all things being equal and avoiding stakes in the heart and being burnt in sunlight) will live on while others, some of whom become loved ones, are born, grow, age and, of course, die.
They shall not grow old, as it were. What a fitting thought for this weekend when we commemorate the 100th anniversary of the armistice that is now commonly accepted as the ending of the First World War, culminating in the broadcast of Peter Jackson's documentary They Shall Not Grow Old on Sunday evening on BBC2.
I read Dracula when I was about 13, and found it immensely superior to Frankenstein. I loved the structure, tone and content, and a prevailing physical darkness. From my limited sampling so far this morning, Dacre Stoker and JD Barker have done a fine job. Prequels and sequels can be humdrum affairs, and often seem to the forensic reader little more than a stitching together of original author's notes combined with hackneyed clichéd 'original' scenes.
Here I am mostly thinking of the Dune series, begun by Frank Herbert as the single best book I have ever read, the original Dune, expanded into a confusing trilogy and then a baffling sexology which left the audience hanging literally in mid-air in space, then was developed by his son Brian and collaborator Kevin J Anderson. They do ultimately bring the original stories to a reasonably satisfactory conclusion but milk the franchise to death in the process. I learn from Dracul that Dacre Stoker has written an official sequel to the original, called Dracula the Un-Dead. I must take a look at that too.
Dracul
By Dacre Stoker and JD Barker
481 pages
Published by Penguin Random House UK, authorised by the Bram Stoker Estate
ISBN 978-0-593-08010-8
£12.99
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