Inspired. Story aside, perhaps the most notable aspect of “Ramses the Damned: The Passion of Cleopatra” is its consistency in tone. Not so much that the book's editor, as expected, did their job, but where Anne's writing ends and Chris' begins ... and vice-versa, is indistinguishable. The novel in tonally consistent. First hurdle cleared.
I went back to Anne's original "The Mummy" before undertaking this new one. Turns out, I didn't have to. The new tale stands on its own, and Anne's proem brings the reader immediately up to speed. Once the proem concluded, I was ready to embark:
“… As our story opens, the country estate of the Earl of Rutherford will soon be the location of the engagement party for Reginald Ramsey and Julie Stratford, as others far and wide hear echoes of the story of the immortal Ramses the Damned and his fabled elixir, through the mummified body itself, brought to London with such fanfare, has long since vanished.”
The review will be spoiler-free, but I will do my best to elucidate its myriad of virtues.
There are wonderful novels and films (and television) that feature two equal but diametrically-opposed antagonists: “The Silence of the Lambs'” Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Sterling, “Time After Time’s” H.G. Wells and Jack the Ripper, “Frankenstein’s” monster and the doctor of the title … The conflicts wrought from these literary personalities are many, and writers should take heed that excitement can indeed emanate internally from such well-writ personalities, as opposed to contrived action sequences. When the action is organic, is when the story-telling succeeds.
Ramses and Cleopatra are now added to the rarified group above.
For nearly 35 years (where did the time go?) I’ve followed Anne’s work. If I have to explain why, it’s simple. Her literary endeavors have made (and continue to make) me ponder my own place in the universe, and question the nature of existence. If some see Anne’s work as pulp, so be it. For me, she is something of a soul-sister. I remember reading “The Witching Hour” for the first time on a three-day train ride from Los Angeles to New York perhaps twenty years ago. I was riveted, but most of all, as with her Vampire Chronicles, her work spoke to me like no one else’s could.
In the current volume, we’re very much in the territory of the first novel. A mysterious elixir that awakens the dead, a shadowy soul from the past who holds the answers to their immortality … and, as ever, the magic of the exotic. These are worlds and locations of our subconscious minds that Anne and Chris masterfully mine.
Credit, and respect, cannot be understated here. Anne and Chris are a mother-and-son team possessed of literary gifts that come from a place of dreams and desires, of nightmares and mysticism. The new novel, I believe, has been written as a film, and more than once I was brought back to the Hollywood of old, to features such as “The Ten Commandments” and “Cleopatra.”
“Ramses the Damned: The Passion of Cleopatra” is not a unique work, in the sense that I expected nothing less from Anne. But it is, simply, masterful storytelling from a unexpected collaboration. Clearly the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree in this family.