Once the etiology of AIDS became clear, blood could no longer be the life...AIDS bestowed nostalgic intensity on Anne Rice's eternally young, beautiful, self-healing men, whose boredom with immortality looked like a heavenly dream to young men turned suddenly mortal...[vampires] are diseases and carriers of disease, but at the same time, they are angelic incarnations of healing. In a culture haunted by the danger of pleasure and the deaths of the young, vampire immortality becomes both trespass and grace
auerbach, our vampires, ourselves
















