Quote by Anne Rice, (regarding writing In

I got to the point where the vampire began describing his brother's death, and the whole thing just exploded! Suddenly, in the guise of Louis, a fantasy figure, I was able to touch the reality that was mine. It had something to do with growing up in New Orleans, this strange, decadent city full of antebellum houses. It had something to do with my old-guard Catholic background. It had something to do with the tragic loss of my daughter and with the death of my mother when I was fourteen. Through Louis' eyes, everything became accessible. But I didn't ask when I was writing what it meant; I only asked if it felt authentic. There was an intensity--an intensity that's still there when I write about those characters. As long as it is there, I will go on with them. In some way they are a perfect metaphor for me.


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Summary

In this quote, the author Anne Rice reflects on her writing process and the captivating experience she had while writing about the character Louis, a vampire. She explains how, through Louis' perspective, she was able to reconnect with her own reality and experiences. Growing up in the unique city of New Orleans and her Catholic background influenced her storytelling. The emotional weight of personal tragedies, such as the loss of her daughter and mother, is also revealed. The intense connection she felt with the characters brought an authenticity to her writing, and she sees them as a metaphor of her own existence, ensuring their continuation.

By Anne Rice, (regarding writing In
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