I was very lucky to have read two books last year that surprised and delighted me. And by coincidence, or maybe not, they both involve vampires in their own way. This was one of them. A slim volume, this is fictional biography of the great director FW Murnau.
I could say that the book had me at its title or its cover photo but as we all know we can't judge a vampire by it's reflection... or lack there of.
I was enchanted by the first sentence and my interest and joy in reading only grew. We first learn about Murnau in his youth, his family life and his first love affair with the boy who would be the love of his life, his own personal vampire that would haunt him until his death.
There's no great insight into what made Murnau such a transcendent film director. In fact he mainly seems unsure of himself and nervous. He gives most of the credit to his crew and his cinematographer, the famous, and notorious, Karl Freund.
What we see is a view of the great artists of the time, such as Murnau's mentor, the visionary theater director Max Reinhardt. We see the painters, the writers, the poets, and the actors-most notably the transcendent Conrad Viedt. We see the young man whose lives were changed, ruined, and many that were ended by the first world war. And we see FW Murnau, the World War I fighter pilot whose films still reach out to us. Because this biography is fictional we see all of this through a window of unclear, and perhaps unclean glass. It makes no matter, vampires are never viewed clearly but they are all the more powerful for that, as is this book.