‘If I wasn’t dead, I would sue.’—Bram StokerThis is the origin story of the first real vampyre (not Dracula). The trouble with immortality is that eventually you get sick to death of it, and so to soothe his sickened soul, the Comte De’Ath decides to take a trip. From psychoanalysis in Vienna to blood transfusions in London, the Comte learns that a holiday is as good as a change. On the way, he meets the Queen, brings her husband back to life, helps win the Second Matabele War, matches wits with the Elephant Man, inspires Henry Ford to pursue the American Dream, almost solves the crisis in the Middle East and even falls in love. Will he become mortal again in time for his funeral in Carfax Abbey? Ah – but what a fine book this would be if we gave away the end of the story in the blurb.From the man Ben Elton once described as ‘perhaps Australia’s finest satirist’ comes a Victorian novel for modern times. A tale of Gothic horror so bloodcurdling that it makes Bram Stoker, Mary Shelley, Robert Louis Stevenson and Oscar Wilde look like they could barely write the word ‘cat’.PRAISE FOR DE'ATH TAKES A ‘Shaun Micallef is having a great deal of fun with De’Ath Takes a Holiday, a book that sounds like Forrest Gump has been bitten by Dracula – or perhaps the other way around’ —The Guardian, Australian books to look forward to in 2026
Shaun Micallef has starred in television, films, stage shows, radio and several books. He also has won four Logies, an ARIA and an AFI but, admirably, hasn’t let any of this go to his head.
“Death clocks off for five minutes and suddenly humanity forgets how to behave.”
This book feels like stepping into a slightly unhinged, velvet draped theatre where death isn’t just inevitable, it’s… on leave.
There’s something deliciously absurd about the premise, and Micallef leans all the way into it. The humour is sharp, dry, and often delightfully strange, but underneath that wit is a surprisingly thoughtful meditation on mortality, identity, and what it means to exist when the rules suddenly don’t apply.
It’s not a fast paced, plot heavy kind of read. Instead, it meanders in that intentional, almost mischievous way, inviting you to sit with its ideas rather than rush through them. At times it feels chaotic, but never careless. There’s intelligence behind the absurdity, and it trusts you to keep up.
What stood out most for me was the tone: equal parts gothic parody and philosophical musing. It doesn’t take itself too seriously, but it also isn’t empty humour. There’s substance here, tucked beneath the eccentricity.
That eerie, lingering sense that death isn’t the end, it’s just… stepped out for a moment, and things are already beginning to unravel.
This was a silly, goofy, fun, satirical read. I grew up watching Shaun Micallef and can definitely identify and appreciate his humour woven throughout the story.
Some parts of the humour and story reminded me of What We Do in the Shadows (which I love), however, some of the jokes definitely went over my head.
Overall, an enjoyable read and I'm glad the sausage story was included (iykyk).
I like Shaun Micallef, but the premise of this silly lighthearted gothic parody was so fucked, it put me right off.
In the 1750s, the mortally wounded Comte De'Ath is brought aboard a slave ship, where the West African captives perform a voodoo ritual upon him that transforms him into a vampire. The ship is subsequently wrecked, everybody else drowns, and De'Ath repays his saviours by using their zombified corpses as enslaved labour on his lucrative Haitian cotton plantation.
After De'Ath spent a page delivering a comedic monologue about the comparative disadvantages of reanimated drowned African corpses as slave labour versus turning still-living Africans into vampire slaves, I checked out.
What the fuck, Shaun. I can laugh at vampires doing all manner of horrifying things, but what the fuck.
I completely agree with the reviewer on here who wrote of this tale of vampires, werewolves and general Victorian insanity that it is both intelligent and very, very stupid. Classic Micallef indeed.
I wanted to love this, but I didn’t. It managed to be funny and boring at the same time. Not bad by any means, but not particularly good either.
There were too many historical and literary figures turned into exaggerated, sometimes silly versions of themselves. While it added humour, it felt unnecessary and a bit overdone.
I’m glad I read it, but it definitely could have waited until later in the year.
This is the most ridiculous book I have ever read. If the author was trying to be funny, he only succeeded to the extent of making a goose of himself; if this is satire, I'm a synthetic camelopard named Geoffrey. To quote from a review fictitiously attributed to Oscar Wilde at page 85: "An unmitigated disaster. No stars."
As soon as I heard about this, I thought of a very funny sketch that Mr Micallef once did involving Dracula. Another well written piece that reminded me of his novella, Preincarnate. Real life characters in a humorous vein.