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Ardeur: 14 Writers on the Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Series

Laurell K. Hamilton

  14 Writers on the Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Series

  edited by Laurell K. Hamilton

  With Leah Wilson

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  A New Dawn

  An Imprint of BenBella Books, Inc. Dallas, TX “Giving the Devil Her Due” Copyright © 2010 by Nick Mamatas

  “Girls Gone Wild” Copyright © 2010 by Heather Swain

  “Ambiguous Anita” Copyright © 2010 by Lilith Saintcrow

  “Dating the Monsters” Copyright © 2010 by L. Jagi Lamplighter

  “Bon Rapports” Copyright © 2010 by Marella Sands

  “Mom! There’s Something Dead Sucking on My Neck!” Copyright © 2010 by Cathy Clamp

  “The Other Side of the Street” Copyright © 2010 by Alasdair Stuart

  “The Domestication of a Vampire Executioner” Copyright © 2010 by Natasha Fondren

  “Ardeur‘s Purpose” Copyright © 2010 by Devon Ellington

  “Trying the System” Copyright © 2010 by Melissa L. Tatum

  “Are the Fangs Real?” Copyright © 2010 by Mikhail Lyubansky, Ph.D.

  “Death Becomes Her” Copyright © 2010 by Naomi Sharon Lester

  “Death’s Got Your Back” Copyright © 2010 by Vera Nazarian

  “Showing the Scars” Copyright © 2010 by Jacob Clifton

  Other Materials Copyright © 2010 by Laurell K. Hamilton

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  Table of Contents

  Introduction • Laurell K Hamilton

  Giving the Devil Her Due • Nick Mamatas

  Girls Gone Wild • Heather Swain

  Ambiguous Anita• Lilith Saintcrow

  Dating the Monsters• L. Jagi Lamplighter

  Bon Rapports• Marella Sands

  Mom! There’s Something Dead Sucking on My Neck! • Cathy Clamp

  The Other Side of the Street• Alasdair Stuart

  The Domestication of a Vampire Executioner • Natasha Fondren

  Ardeur‘s Purpose• Devon Ellington

  Trying the System• Melissa L. Tatum

  Are the Fangs Real? • Mikhail Lyubansky, Ph.D.

  Death Becomes Her• Sharon Ashwood

  Death’s Got Your Back• Vera Nazarian

  Showing the Scars• Jacob Clifton


  by Laurell K Hamilton

  I remember the May 2000 Nebula Awards in New York that Nick Mamatas writes about. There was a signing at a Barnes & Noble for the nebula nominees (the nebula is a literary award for the Science Fiction Writers of America [SFWA]). I was indeed one of the writers who was also appearing and not a nominee.

  Most book signings are bleak. You sit at a little table with your books and people avoid your gaze, as if meeting it means they must buy something, or they think you work for the store. I got that a lot early on. it’s one of the reasons i stopped wearing the skirt suits or business casual. I got tired of being asked, “Where are the baseball card books?” I did years of signings like that, and then came this signing.

  My agent, Merrilee Heifetz of Writer’s House, had showed up to give me moral support. I appreciated that. She alone knew that there were other things on my mind that weekend than networking. The nominees were reading from their works and the rest of us stood to one side quietly listening. Then the first group of women came up the escalator and spotted my name tag. They did that squeal-scream. I admit it scared me. Then they were so excited to see me. It was wonderful, but the other writers were reading, so I did my best to quiet them and assure them I’d sign books after the other writers were done. The second or third time I got that double-take on my name tag, and had to talk to fans while the other writers were still reading, I took my nametag off and gave it to Merrilee to hide. That helped a little, but it was too late, I had been spotted. When time came for the official book signing, Barnes & Noble had to give me a table and a chair of my own to one side, sort of segregated from the other authors, because my line was as big as everyone else’s combined. It was the kind of crowd that you want for a signing and never get. It was gratifying and embarrassing. Yay, I was a success. Boo, I worried it would make the other writers feel bad. I had a signing years ago when no one knew who I was, and got to sit by Margaret Weiss when Dragonlance was a very big deal. I signed maybe two books; her line was gigantic. So I’d been on the other end of the event.

  What no one but my agent and my editor at the time knew was that my marriage was over. I was dating again after a decade and change. I had broken up with my current boyfriend just before I got on the plane to New York. The attention of the fans was only part of the change that weekend. At the Nebula dinner, publishers, editors, and other professionals in our business were all over me in a good, happy way. Suddenly I was everyone’s golden girl. It had only taken about a decade of writing and publishing to get there.


  Giving the Devil Her Due

  by Nick Mamatas

  Why Guilty Pleasures Isn’t One
  I have a deep respect for Laurell K. Hamilton, which never fails to surprise people. My own fiction is on the “slipstream” edge of the genre, as likely to be published in an underground zine or mainstream literary journal as it is in a genre magazine. My few books have been published by independent presses, some run out of the publishers’ apartments, others well-known for their lists of titles about overthrowing the government. Hamilton, of course, is one of the most popular and mainstream of fantasy and horror writers. Surely I should be in the back of a café somewhere, in a black turtleneck and a beret, cursing my own fate and shaking my fist at Hamilton. It’s what more than a few of my friends preoccupy themselves with. But I’m not—I think Hamilton, especially in her early books, did some significant work. The Anita Blake series earned its popularity by doing something very little fantasy and horror did in the 1990s: it took women seriously.

  This revelation came to me years ago. In May 2000, the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America (SFWA) held their annual Nebula award show and conference in New York City. As part of the weekend, SFWA put on a reading and signing event at the large Barnes & Noble in Union Square. Nebula nominees were invited to read for all of ninety seconds apiece, Grandmaster Brian Aldiss gave a talk, and SFWA members attending the awards showed up. The ads for the event were simple enough: the Nebula nominees got top billing, and there was a long list of writers “also appearing” at the event and available for autographs.

  Like most events with lots of writers and relatively few fans, the bookstore smelled of acrid desperation and sounded like a cattle auction. Why so few fans? It’s common knowledge that the readership for science fiction and fantasy is “graying”—older men and women still read the stuff, but kids these days are going for anime and video games. The Nebulas, while prestigious in science fiction circles, aren’t exactly the Oscars, either. The nominees took their places at the tables the bookstore set up for them, and the “also appearing” writers prowled alone or in small packs, waving bookmarks and cover flats, hoping that someone might recognize them or want a signature. Few people did, for much the same reason few people approach the crazy man who spends his day at the Port Authority passing out leaflets and shouting about sperm, The Book of Revelation, and gravity. It’s just creepy.

  Then Laurell K. Hamilton showed up. She was very popular, despite being just another writer who was “also appearing.” Popular enough that Barnes & Noble employees had to come up with a table and a chair for her, because Laurell K. Hamilton had a line, one as long as the Nebula nominees en masse had. Rather than the usual suspects of New York’s science fiction fandom and the occasional aspiring writer (guilty!), the people in Hamilton’s line were quite different. They were women. They were people of color. They had traveled from as far as the Bronx, and sometimes mothers and daughters had even come together. They brought presents for Hamilton—you know, roses and whatnot. They had tons of well-loved and often reread paperbacks with cracked spines for her to sign. Hamilton fans were all smiles, while the people getting signatures from the Nebula nominees tended to have the eagerly blank look often sported by the professional fan or the resigned mugs of an eBay “power seller” looking for a score.

  Science fiction and fantasy people—writers, editors, publishers, Big Name Fans, you name it—have spent years bemoaning declining readership. It’s too old, it’s not being replenished by kids, there’s not enough stuff that appeals to women and to people of color. Hamilton changed all that, even before she became a bestselling author. A look at Guilty Pleasures, the first of the Anita Blake novels, can help us understand the level of Hamilton’s achievement. With Blake and the universe she inhabits—one in which vampires have Supreme Court protections—Hamilton accomplished the seemingly impossible: she created a new subgenre, urban fantasy-adventure with a female lead, and built a new audience for it. Here is how she did it.

  1. Hamilton Realized That Female Readers Want a Kick-Ass heroine they Can identify With

  Anita Blake has few female antecedents in popular literature. If anything, Blake is a character straight out of Robert Howard, except that she has a vulnerability and an honesty that few “badasses” do. Here she is reminiscing in Guilty Pleasures about being attacked by a vampire, one she is confronting again:

  My screams. His hand forcing my head back. Him rearing to strike. Helpless… . He lapped up my blood like a cat with cream. I lay under his weight listening to him lap up my blood… . I was beginning not to hurt, not to be afraid. I was beginning to die.

  Who saves Anita? Anita does, with holy water that had fallen from her bag. She doesn’t kill the vampire, but scars him for eternity. And Anita wears plenty of scars, too, displaying them like badges of honor to her enemy. In 1993, this was powerful stuff. It may be difficult, in these postBuffy times, to remember quite how revolutionary Anita was just seventeen years ago. In virtually any other novel of the period, Anita’s boyfriend—or even worse, a man she loathed but whom she could not help but be attracted to—would have saved her. The fangs on her neck would have been a recurring theme throughout the novel, indeed perhaps even throughout the series, as the author reveled in the rape survivor-like vulnerability of the “heroine.” Hamilton didn’t play that way, and was not afraid to show us Blake’s fear and her bravery, her interest in justice and her own interior darkness.

  2. Hamilton Didn’t Shy Away From, or Romanticize, the Sex

  Sex is a part of life, but if one reads romance novels, sex is either too dirty to contemplate or too comical to enjoy: purple-helmeted warriors of love and all that. In science fiction and fantasy, the situation was even worse—the genres were essentially celibate. Outliers such as Anne Rice, who had long before left the genre and has simply become a Bestselling Author, had plenty of sexuality, but much of it was inhuman or involved no women. Hamilton, through Blake’s eyes, had a sense of sex and the physical details of the body that readers wanted. Here’s a great scene from Guilty Pleasures:

  She pulled down the silky bra to expose the upper mound of her breast. There was a perfect set of bite marks in the pale flesh… . I thought he was going to ask for help, but she kissed him, sloppy and deep, like she was drinking him from the mouth down. His hands began to lift the silk folds of her skirt. Her thighs were incredibly white, like beached whales.

  Perhaps this was the first time in the history of dark fantasy that the words “breast” and “perfect” were used in close proximity to one another without perfect being used to describe the breast in question. Kisses are sloppy and thighs like beached whales—not lines to use on one’s lover in bed!—yet there is a strong sensuality in the books anyway. Vampires are both superhuman and subhuman, objects of desire and creepy monsters. In that way, they are much like human beings—in the whirl of sex, even flaws and rolls of fat take on an attractive mien. While not often appreciated for this, Hamilton’s early books are both highly sexual and realistic. Rather than appealing to the high Romantic notions of the vampire popularized by Rice, Hamilton performed a little nucleic exchange between the woman’s novel, the vampire story, and the noir mystery. Sex was as fun as it was dirty in Hamilton’s narrative universe, and after more than a decade of treacle and misdirection, readers were ready for a heroine who couldn’t say “make love” with a straight face.

  Interestingly enough, in Guilty Pleasures, Blake herself doesn’t have sex. The tag line of the 1993 paperback even reads, “I don’t date vampires, I kill them.” However, the world remains a sensuous, sexualized one. The abject—the idea of simultaneous attraction and revulsion—is in play, and this notion is essential to good vampire stories. Turn the vampires into shambling subhuman monsters, and you may as well be watching a zombie film. Make them Fabio-style romance heroes with pirate sleeves and six-pack abs, and there’s no terror in the monster. Hamilton struck a middle ground in Guilty Pleasures in an intriguing way, with a heavily sexualized setting and a non-sexual protagonist.

  3. Blake Has Real Problems

  Popular fi
ction is full of what writer and teacher Stace Budzko calls “Cowboy problems.” The everyday issues and problems we all face simply don’t show up amidst all the world-saving and bad guy-shooting that paperbacks occupy themselves with. Indeed, this strange divorce from real life is part of why books chock full of death, beatings, torture, war, privation, and horrors are “escapes” for their readers.

  Anita Blake has real problems, though. After raising a zombie, she runs for it and falls on her ass. “Hose are not made for running in,” she notes. Of course the zombie isn’t the real problem; the lack of traction in the pantyhose is. The taste of realism, and Blake’s matter-of-fact remark, help us to actually believe in the fantastical problem of being chased by a zombie. And here’s a problem that everyone has faced one weekend morning or other:

  The alarm shrieked through my sleep. It sounded like a car alarm, hideously loud. I smashed my palm on the buttons. Mercifully, it shut off. I blinked at the clock through half-slit eyes. Nine a.m. Damn. I had forgotten to unset the alarm. I had time to get dressed and make church. I did not want to get up. I did not want to go to church. Surely, God would forgive me just this once.

  There is a near-inevitable scene in fantasy books, and more than a few crime novels, where someone “gears up.” A wise old figure hands out the magical devices, or offers up sufficient money, outfits, and limos to make a private dick look like he’s made good. Not Anita. She spends the early novels slogging through a world where she is outclassed in virtually every way. While she has significant internal resources and some vampire-related powers she suffered to gain, she is also an ordinary woman of ordinary means, a small-time player punching way out of her weight class. It’s how we all feel sometimes, in this world of pointy-haired managers and rich Hollywood types who can get away with behavior that would see us disowned, arrested, or even just beaten down on the streets. No maids, no gadgets, no perfect life disrupted by the supernatural—Anita was a bit of a mess to begin with, adding a level of verisimilitude not seen in previous heroines, or even in many of the subsequent urban fantasy novels in the Blake mode. No less of an authority on the fantastic than Italo Calvino explained it best: “Fantasy is like jam… . You have to spread it on a solid piece of bread. If not, it remains a shapeless thing … out of which you can’t make anything.” Blake’s quotidian problems are the crust on which the fantasy lays, and what makes the fantasy feel realistic enough to work. Most contemporary urban fantasy has not learned this lesson.