Sometimes it's unfortunate that I rate and review books publicly. As much a joy as it is to exercise my thoughts and share them with you, every once in a while there's a book that's just so unrelentingly incriminating it's embarrassing to share how much I enjoyed it with strangers, my friends, my family. I've long since fallen in love with Tanith Lee and her potent ability to paint a picture, this flowing vivid image that wraps you in the absolutely fantastical - here she uses her powers for a wholly gothic and malicious end.
This book is dark. Brutal. A constant assault on the senses in such a sadistic and voyeuristic manner it's hard not to be both disgusted and titillated by it. There's an absurd amount of rape, torture, abuse. Characters are introduced solely to be mutilated and destroyed without any further meaning behind their existence or death. Most of the plot follows the titular Vivia, daughter of a fantasy Vlad the Impaler, this brutal imposing lord who sets out to conquer... within a scant few chapters in the beginning everything is uprooted as plague sweeps through the castle driving everyone into an orgy-unto-death, Vivia only escaping by secreting herself within the bosom of the shrine to the devil in the caves beneath the case, where she comes across.... a vampire lord?
It's the stuff of purest tawdry gothic fantasy, and though theres, I think a meagre hint of thematics pointing towards the inherent frailty of women's power being bound up in beauty and sex... I mean, most of the book is there for the spectacle. Lee's ideas are utterly unbounded - I don't generally find that I'm a squeamish person, but a number of times I wondered if the gory details were too much for me. Violence, brutal sex, and dark religious iconography stain these pages through and through - she really did not hold back whatsoever, and regardless of how else you find it, that seems commendable to me.
So yeah. Nothing but pure, dark id. Loved this. Feel like a decent person probably shouldn't. But who wants to be decent, eh?