This could have been called "A History of Vlad the Impaler, With Brief Mentions of Other Vampires" but eh.
The first few chapters are a brief, sometimes intriguing essay on vampirism, with a few pokes at Twilight moms (and a strangely critical view of the cinematic version of "Interview with the Vampire," panned here, but considered by many to be the definitive vampire film). The author touches on the Hammer Dracula stories, but almost nothing else (he leaves out Langella, the staged versions, the BBC versions, and various other adaptations, which is a shame, since it's interesting to contrast the spiritual and symbolic approaches to the characters across celluloid). He spends some time on vampirism through the centuries, some of which is also fascinating (who knew they were still afraid of vampires in Romania up to 2004 and beyond?), but the largest chunk of the book is about good old Vlad.
And it's redundant, unclear in its intention, and a bit boring.
What's the point? To clear his name? To share rumors of what a bloodthirsty psychotic bastard he was? To decide if the manner of impalement he supposedly used on his victims is impossible? The vague underlining motive here seems to be, "Eh, in comparison to his contemporaries, many of whom were also psychotic, bloodthirsty bastards, this one really wasn't unusual and/or as awful as the peasants made him out to be. Maybe."
It may be the critical editor in me, but the entire book felt like it lacked focus, or a decision on what it needed to be; and I felt at times, it avoided far more interesting potential ideas and topics (what about the spiritual nature of vampires, or exploring the sexual parallels, as is mentioned on occasion here, but never in depth?) in favor of less interesting ones (too much detail in the Vlad sections, and comparisons to other murderous dictators around the same time frame)... and yet, at times, there were good and/or interesting moments, throwaway information from every period, from Mary Shelly and Lord Byron's take on vampires to punishments in the Tudor era (good old Lady Jane, sainted martyr murdered by her eeevil cousin Bloody Mary, had a guy's ears cut off and nose sliced into slits for maligning her short 'reign' -- remind me not to take any time traveling trips back to the period).
Some of it's cool. Like, did you know Vlad and Richard III were contemporaries who knew of each other? And that some of the most awful punishments in Europe came directly from Vlad? Yup! That good old practice of boiling people to death, we have Vlad to thank for that! It was so good, Henry VIII commandeered it for awhile!
I wish the rest of the book had held my interest as much as the morbid portions, but overall, it feels a bit like cashing in on the Twilight aftermath craze -- and it's dated a bit, since it came out before the new slush of vampires on television ("Hello, Brother!" Why hello, Damon, shall we talk about how much you're like Spike? And Lestat? And... that just reminded me, he didn't talk much about Buffy that I can recall. How do you miss talking about that?!)