There are two ways to approach reading this book: as a die-hard Vampire Chronicles fan, in which case you will be disappointed; or as a stand-alone, if you (like me) cannot quite make the leap from the Gothic romance to mostly-science fiction flavor of this novel.
I had so many thoughts while reading this book, and all of them contradictory. I wavered from 3 stars to 4 stars at several points in the story, and finally settle at 3.5, though Goodreads does not give out half points. I suppose it makes sense, in a way, that our beloved Vampires have to make the transition to the 21st century, and Anne Rice does it by going way back in the past - a past that is a curious mirror of our world today. It makes a bizarre kind of sense, and yet... I still found myself distracted by talk of synthetics and polymers and found myself longing for the arsenic and faded old lace...
The Children of the Night have a Prince, and a Castle, and a Court, but I found little to no trace of the old romance that so beguiled me with the earlier books. A big part of it is (ironically) the intrusion of science into the story, and the explaining away of religion. Whatever else its faults, Christianity lent the novels an air of mysticism and a brooding beauty; spawning terms like The Devil's Road and the Children of the Damned.
With this latest installment in the series, all the voluptuous gloss has been scraped away, leaving me feeling somewhat lost, like losing one's Faith. So Amel the core is not a Spirit; and the old legends are stripped of meaning. I find it interesting that Anne Rice, who has authored books on Christ's early life, muses in this book about the inherent evil of a Force that glorifies Suffering to Its own ends. She (through Kapetria) questions the justice and love of a God that teaches the virtue of suffering, when suffering has no worth in itself.
Now this is the very theme that Memnoch railed against in the fifth book of the series; and how crushed I was to be told that he was a mere spirit, that it was all fabrication! I loved that book; I love it only second to The Vampire Lestat, mainly because I loved Memnoch and his lonely defiance of Heaven. And in Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis he is reduced to a few sentences and a joke. Woe!
It was the Mystery that so enthralled me about the earlier books; it was the infinite possibility that could never be grasped, the mystery that could never be explained. Beginning with the Vampire Lestat, the mysteries were uncovered only to reveal more mysteries, more questions that could never be answered satisfactorily enough. It was the Romance, it was the violins and the Swoon, it was dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight and howling in defiance at the Brief Candle.
All gone... supplanted with self-replicating aliens, and the Sacred Core revealed to be an Ancient demi-god who founded the lost realm of Atlantis. Talk of glittering skyscrapers growing from seed; talk of experiments and chemistry and nano-biology. I am tickled pink that Anne Rice was inspired by both Ancient Aliens and Fingerprints of the Gods (Graham Hancock), both mentioned once or twice on her facebook page. I too watch the show and have read the book. But oh how these muses have laid to waste the dark beauty that was the Vampire Chronicles.
Now we have countless five-thousand year old vampires that fail to capture my attention - Rhosh, Seth, even Gremt - they are mere names scattered here and there. Marius, my beautiful aloof Marius, relegated to Prime Minister and scribe. David Talbot is barely mentioned. Louis (who has never been a favorite of mine) is there to nod and smile and cry. Armand gets to hiss "Destroy the enemy!" a few times. The beloved tribe of old are barely even there in this volume; instead we have the rantings and ravings of the "Ancient Ones", who don't hold a candle to Khayman, the way I see it. I just fail to care about all these new characters, and as for Amel...
Amel might be the saving grace of this whole fiasco, after all. In the previous book, Prince Lestat, Amel went from a childish, greedy spirit to an annoying, demanding Voice. In this story, though, particularly towards the end - I feel that I came to understand why Lestat loved him. It's the author's prerogative to turn their whole mythos upside-down; and while it feels wrong to take away the Core, the Heart of the vampires, as it were - to sever the web (the canon?) that literally and figuratively held the Children of Darkness together - Anne has found a way to do it with grace, in the end.
There is an undeniable emptiness to the whole affair, a sense of wrongness that turns the whole history of the Undead something of a lie, or a mistake. But somehow, when Lestat finally meets Amel face to face... there is a bittersweet poetry to the scene that has the essence of the old romanticism, and we glimpse the Brat Prince once again.