Dracula by Bram Stoker
3 words: complex, creepy, original
The classics and I have a complicated relationship. I tend to resist reading them, out of a concern that the books will be stodgy and dated and difficult. Yet so often—as with my book club’s reading of Dracula—I find that the reason a book has become a classic is that it resists those dreaded concerns.
So yeah, I just keep learning.
Reading Dracula was actually rather a delight. My favorite surprise was that the story is told via journals and letters, and it’s narrated from multiple viewpoints. This made it seem strangely modern—that the novel has such a complex structure. I had Wilkie Collins flashbacks, and that’s always a good thing.
And I was delighted with the gradual, creepy build-up of suspense in this story. Well done, Mr. Stoker!
My happiness with the book grew further when I read Lark’s review and discovered that it’s one of her favorites and she had highlighted similar aspects of the book.
Finally, I found it fascinating to read Dracula after having read Frankenstein several years ago. Both novels share the theme of coming to terms with death, which is infinitely preferable to the unnatural state of un-death evoked in the stories.
A great read for late fall.