This was my first Anne Rice read, and in all honestly I was disappointed.
For as long as I can remember, her Vampire Chronicles have been books I wanted to read. I entered the teenage vampire loving stage and my mother suggested them. It turns out she’d tried to read them earlier, but had never really managed to work her way through them. She enjoyed them but the writing style was not for her (overly descriptive, she called it). I did not let this deter me, and promised myself I would read them. Still, years later I have yet to read them. In part it is because I’m super cheap and I’m waiting for my mother to find out her old copies for me so we don’t have doubles of books sitting in dark corners of the house, but it’s also because other books have interested me more. When I found Angel Time going for a pound – you have to love bargain bins – I decided to jump on it. I thought I would give this book a try to see whether or not her writing style was for me before I entered her Vampire Chronicles.
Don’t get me wrong, I like her writing but it was not for me. It was not badly written yet it was missing out a number of things that I like. Mostly, it was lacking on the emotional front. Oh, we were told about characters and sad histories were given yet we didn’t get much in the way of emotional responses from characters. We were given paragraph upon paragraph describing surroundings but whenever an emotional response was necessary, a mere sentence – a short sentence, at that – was given. Such a thing prevented me from growing to like any of the characters all that much. They never really developed into more than storytellers who had the same voice.
Not that the story was what I was expecting.
I thought we would be given lots of action. Everyone loves a good angel book… yet in this, the angel theme is rather drab. Our angel exists solely to shift our character from one point of time to another whilst wearing a stupid facial expression as he whispered sweet nothings in ears. Such a thing almost sounds like what fandoms go for – the quick glances and the touches – but there is no chance for such an underground fandom to appear. Things simply are. We cannot add our own little versions of the truth.
History and settings play a much larger part than characters and storyline, in my opinion, which made the story much harder to enjoy. I like such things in a story, but I want everything to be equal. It was as though she wanted to throw in as much of her research as possible, and in doing so she forgot she was telling a story. Then, out of the blue, her memory would return and she would throw in what we were waiting for – except without the action we’re longing for.
Honestly, it wasn’t what I was expecting. Where was the character development? Where was our chance to second guess what was coming? Where was the action? Where were all the angels? Character development – I use that term very loosely, you should know – comes in the world’s longest chapter of the angel informing us of our main character’s life. It isn’t development as much as it is fact telling, a way to explain why our main character seems to only have the same thought (although the wording varies) in his head. The second-guessing is non-existent. The action is almost as non-existent, with just a little bit of drama but not in the form you would expect of such a story. The angels… well, they stick to whispering and the occasional appearance. They take the mystique to a whole new level whilst making you wish we could simply be given some kind of information about the world building.
I could rant and rave for a very long time about my disappointment, but I won’t bore you. Just know that after the first two chapters I considered putting it down yet I persisted because I’m a sucker for torture, only to realise things got better for the shortest of time periods only to return to the drab state.
Really not what I expected of Rice.