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Dracula

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Dracula
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The cover of the first edition
Author Bram Stoker
Country United Kingdom
Language English
Genre Horror, Gothic
Publisher Archibald Constable and Company (UK)
Publication date
26 May 1897
OCLC 1447002
Dracula is an 1897 Gothic horror novel by Irish author Bram Stoker.[1]
Famous for introducing the character of the vampire Count Dracula, the novel tells the story of Dracula's attempt to move from Transylvania to England so he may find new blood and spread the undead curse, and the battle between Dracula and a small group of men and women led by Professor Abraham Van Helsing.
Dracula has been assigned to many literary genres including vampire literature, horror fiction, the gothic novel and invasion literature. The novel touches on themes such as the role of women in Victorian culture, sexual conventions, immigration, colonialism, and post-colonialism. Although Stoker did not invent the vampire, he defined its modern form, and the novel has spawned numerous theatrical, film and television interpretations.

Contents

Plot summary

Stoker's handwritten notes on the personnel of the novel
The story is told in epistolary format, as a series of letters, diary entries, and ships' log entries, whose narrators are the novel's protagonists, and occasionally supplemented with newspaper clippings relating events not directly witnessed. The events portrayed in the novel take place largely in England and Transylvania during the 1890s.
The tale begins with Jonathan Harker, a newly qualified English solicitor, visiting Count Dracula in the Carpathian Mountains on the border of Transylvania, Bukovina, and Moldavia, to provide legal support for a real estate transaction overseen by Harker's employer. At first enticed by Dracula's gracious manners, Harker soon realizes that he is Dracula's prisoner. Wandering the Count's castle against Dracula's admonition, Harker encounters three female vampires, called "the sisters", from whom he is rescued by Dracula. After the preparations are made, Dracula leaves Transylvania and abandons Harker to the sisters. Harker barely escapes from the castle with his life.
Not long afterward, a Russian ship, the Demeter, having weighed anchor at Varna, runs aground on the shores of Whitby. The captain's log narrates the gradual disappearance of the entire crew, until the captain alone remained, himself bound to the helm to maintain course. An animal resembling "a large dog" is seen leaping ashore. The ship's cargo is described as silver sand and boxes of "mould", or earth, from Transylvania.
Soon Dracula is tracking Harker's fiancée, Wilhelmina "Mina" Murray, and her friend, Lucy Westenra. Lucy receives three marriage proposals from Dr. John Seward, Quincey Morris, and the Hon. Arthur Holmwood (later Lord Godalming). Lucy accepts Holmwood's proposal while turning down Seward and Morris, but all remain friends. Dracula communicates with Seward's patient Renfield, an insane man who wishes to consume insects, spiders, birds, and rats to absorb their "life force", and therefore assimilate to Dracula himself. Renfield is able to detect Dracula's presence and supplies clues accordingly.
When Lucy begins to waste away suspiciously, Seward invites his old teacher, Abraham Van Helsing, who immediately determines the cause of Lucy's condition but refuses to disclose it. While both doctors are absent, Lucy and her mother are attacked by a wolf; Mrs. Westenra, who has a heart condition, dies of fright, and Lucy dies soon after. Following Lucy's death, the newspapers report children being stalked in the night by, in their words, a "bloofer lady" (i.e., "beautiful lady").[2] Van Helsing, knowing Lucy has become a vampire, confides in Seward, Lord Godalming, and Morris. The suitors and Van Helsing track her down and, after a confrontation with her, stake her heart, behead her, and fill her mouth with garlic. Around the same time, Jonathan Harker arrives from Budapest, where Mina marries him after his escape, and he and Mina join the coalition against Dracula.
After Dracula learns of Van Helsing's plot against him, he attacks Mina on three occasions, and feeds Mina his own blood to control her. Under his influence, Mina oscillates from consciousness to a semi-trance during which she perceives Dracula's surroundings and actions. After the protagonists sterilize all of his lairs in London by putting pieces of consecrated host in each box of Transylvanian earth, Dracula flees to Transylvania, pursued by Van Helsing and the others under the guidance of Mina. In Transylvania, Van Helsing repulses and later destroys the vampire "sisters". Upon discovering Dracula being transported by Gypsies, Harker shears Dracula through the throat with a kukri while the mortally wounded Quincey stabs the Count in the heart with a Bowie knife. Dracula crumbles to dust, and Mina is restored to health.
The book closes with a note on Mina's and Jonathan's married life and the birth of their son, whom they name after all four members of the party, but address as "Quincey".

Deleted ending

The original final chapter was removed, in which Dracula's castle falls apart as he dies, hiding the fact that vampires were ever there.[3]

Characters

  • Jonathan Harker: A solicitor sent to do business with Count Dracula; Mina's fiancé and prisoner in Dracula's castle.
  • Count Dracula: A Transylvanian noble who has purchased a house in London.
  • Wilhelmina "Mina" Harker (née Murray): A schoolteacher and Jonathan Harker's fiancée.
  • Lucy Westenra: A 19-year-old aristocrat; Mina's best friend; Arthur's fiancée and Dracula's first victim.
  • Arthur Holmwood: Lucy's suitor and later fiancé.
  • John Seward: A doctor; one of Lucy's suitors and a former student of Van Helsing.
  • Abraham Van Helsing: A Dutch doctor and professor; John Seward's teacher; and, a vampire hunter.
  • Quincey Morris: An American cowboy and explorer; and one of Lucy's suitors.
  • Renfield: A lawyer whom Dracula turned mad.
  • "Weird Sisters": Three siren-like vampire women who serve Dracula. In some of the plays, films etc. that came after the novel they are referred to as the Brides of Dracula.

Background

Between 1879 and 1898, Stoker was a business manager for the world-famous Lyceum Theatre in London, where he supplemented his income by writing a large number of sensational novels, his most famous being the vampire tale Dracula published on 26 May 1897.[4]:269 Parts of it are set around the town of Whitby, where he spent summer holidays. Throughout the 1880s and 1890s, authors such as H. Rider Haggard, Rudyard Kipling, Robert Louis Stevenson, Arthur Conan Doyle, and H. G. Wells wrote many tales in which fantastic creatures threatened the British Empire. Invasion literature was at a peak, and Stoker's formula of an invasion of England by continental European influences was by 1897 very familiar to readers of fantastic adventure stories. Victorian readers enjoyed it as a good adventure story like many others, but it would not reach its iconic legendary status until later in the 20th century when film versions began to appear.[5]
Shakespearean actor and friend of Stoker's, Sir Henry Irving was a possible real-life inspiration for the character of Dracula. The role was tailor-made to his dramatic presence, gentlemanly mannerisms and affinity for playing villain roles. Irving, however, never agreed to play the part on stage.
Before writing Dracula, Stoker spent seven years researching European folklore and stories of vampires, being most influenced by Emily Gerard's 1885 essay, "Transylvania Superstitions". Later he would also claim that he had a nightmare, caused by eating too much crab meat covered with mayonnaise sauce, about a "vampire king" rising from his grave.
Despite being the most widely known vampire novel, Dracula was not the first. It was preceded and partly inspired by Sheridan Le Fanu's 1871 "Carmilla", about a lesbian vampire who preys on a lonely young woman, and by Varney the Vampire, a lengthy penny dreadful serial from the mid-Victorian period by James Malcolm Rymer. The image of a vampire portrayed as an aristocratic man, like the character of Dracula, was created by John Polidori in "The Vampyre" (1819), during the summer spent with Frankenstein creator Mary Shelley, her husband, the poet Percy Bysshe Shelley and Lord Byron in 1816. The Lyceum Theatre, where Stoker worked between 1878 and 1898, was headed by the actor-manager Henry Irving, who was Stoker's real-life inspiration for Dracula's mannerisms and who Stoker hoped would play Dracula in a stage version.[6] Although Irving never did agree to do a stage version, Dracula's dramatic sweeping gestures and gentlemanly mannerisms drew their living embodiment from Irving.[6]
The Dead Un-Dead was one of Stoker's original titles for Dracula, and up until a few weeks before publication, the manuscript was titled simply The Un-Dead. Stoker's notes for Dracula show that the name of the count was originally "Count Wampyr", but while doing research, Stoker became intrigued by the name "Dracula", after reading William Wilkinson's book Account of the Principalities of Wallachia and Moldavia with Political Observations Relative to Them (London 1820),[7] which he found in the Whitby Library, and consulted a number of times during visits to Whitby in the 1890s.[8] The name Dracula was the patronym (Drăculea) of the descendants of Vlad II of Wallachia, who took the name "Dracul" after being invested in the Order of the Dragon in 1431. In the Romanian language, the word dracul (Romanian drac "dragon" + -ul "the") can mean either "the dragon" or, especially in the present day, "the devil".[9]
The novel has been in the public domain in the United States since its original publication because Stoker failed to follow proper copyright procedure. In the United Kingdom and other countries following the Berne Convention on copyrights, however, the novel was under copyright until April 1962, fifty years after Stoker's death.[10] When F. W. Murnau's unauthorized film adaptation Nosferatu was released in 1922, the popularity of the novel increased considerably, owing to the controversy caused when Stoker's widow tried to have the film removed from public circulation.[11]

Reaction and scholarly criticism

1899 first American edition, Doubleday & McClure, New York.
When it was first published, in 1897, Dracula was not an immediate bestseller, although reviewers were unstinting in their praise. The contemporary Daily Mail ranked Stoker's powers above those of Mary Shelley and Edgar Allan Poe as well as Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights.[12]
According to literary historians Nina Auerbach and David J. Skal in the Norton Critical Edition, the novel has become more significant for modern readers than it was for contemporary Victorian readers, most of whom enjoyed it just as a good adventure story; it only reached its broad iconic legendary classic status later in the 20th century when the movie versions appeared.[13] It did not make much money for Stoker; the last year of his life he was so poor that he had to petition for a compassionate grant from the Royal Literary Fund,[14] and in 1913 his widow was forced to sell his notes and outlines of the novel at a Sotheby's auction, where they were purchased for a little over 2 pounds.[15] But when F. W. Murnau's unauthorized adaptation of the story in the form of Nosferatu was released in theatres in 1922, Stoker's widow took affront, and during the legal battle that followed, the novel's popularity started to grow. Nosferatu was followed by a highly successful stage adaptation, touring the UK for three years before arriving in the US where Stoker's creation caught Hollywood's attention, and after the American 1931 movie version was released, the book has never been out of print.[16] However, some Victorian fans were ahead of the time, describing it as "the sensation of the season" and "the most blood-curdling novel of the paralysed century".[17] Sherlock Holmes author Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wrote to Stoker in a letter, "I write to tell you how very much I have enjoyed reading Dracula. I think it is the very best story of diablerie which I have read for many years."[18] The Daily Mail review of 1 June 1897 proclaimed it a classic of Gothic horror, "In seeking a parallel to this weird, powerful, and horrorful story our mind reverts to such tales as The Mysteries of Udolpho, Frankenstein, The Fall of the House of Usher ... but Dracula is even more appalling in its gloomy fascination than any one of these."[19]
Similarly good reviews appeared when the book was published in the U.S. in 1899. The first American edition was published by Doubleday & McClure in New York.
In the last several decades, literary and cultural scholars have offered diverse analyses of Stoker's novel and the character of Count Dracula. C.F. Bentley reads Dracula as an embodiment of the Freudian id.[20] Carol A. Senf reads the novel as a response to the powerful New Woman,[21] while Christopher Craft sees Dracula as embodying latent homosexuality.[22] Stephen D. Arata interprets the events of the novel as anxiety over colonialism and racial mixing,[23] and Talia Schaffer construes the novel as an indictment of Oscar Wilde.[24] Franco Moretti reads Dracula as a figure of monopoly capitalism,[25] though Hollis Robbins suggests that Dracula's inability to participate in social conventions and to forge business partnerships undermines his power.[26][27] Richard Noll reads Dracula within the context of 19th century alienism (psychiatry) and asylum medicine.[28] D. Bruno Starrs understands the novel to be a pro-Catholic pamphlet promoting proselytization.[29]

Historical and geographical references

Although Dracula is a work of fiction, it does contain some historical references. The historical connections with the novel and how much Stoker knew about the history are a matter of conjecture and debate.
Following the publication of In Search of Dracula by Radu Florescu and Raymond McNally in 1972, the supposed connections between the historical Transylvanian-born Vlad III Dracula of Wallachia and Bram Stoker's fictional Dracula attracted popular attention. During his main reign (1456–1462), "Vlad the Impaler" is said to have killed from 40,000 to 100,000 European civilians (political rivals, criminals, and anyone he considered "useless to humanity"), mainly by impaling. The sources depicting these events are records by Saxon settlers in neighbouring Transylvania, who had frequent clashes with Vlad III. Vlad III is revered as a folk hero by Romanians for driving off the invading Ottoman Turks, of which his impaled victims are said to have included as many as 100,000.[30]
Vlad the Impaler; also known as Vlad Dracula.
Historically, the name "Dracula" is derived from a Chivalric order called the Order of the Dragon, founded by Sigismund of Luxembourg (then king of Hungary) to uphold Christianity and defend the Empire against the Ottoman Turks. Vlad II Dracul, father of Vlad III, was admitted to the order around 1431, after which Vlad II wore the emblem of the order and later, as ruler of Wallachia, his coinage bore the dragon symbol. The name Dracula means "Son of Dracul".
Stoker came across the name Dracula in his reading on Romanian history, and chose this to replace the name (Count Wampyr) originally intended for his villain. Some Dracula scholars, led by Elizabeth Miller, argue that Stoker knew little of the historic Vlad III except for the name "Dracula", whereas in the novel, Stoker mentions the Dracula who fought against the Turks, and was later betrayed by his brother, historical facts which unequivocally point to Vlad III:
Who was it but one of my own race who as Voivode crossed the Danube and beat the Turk on his own ground? This was a Dracula indeed! Woe was it that his own unworthy brother, when he had fallen, sold his people to the Turk and brought the shame of slavery on them! Was it not this Dracula, indeed, who inspired that other of his race who in a later age again and again brought his forces over the great river into Turkey-land; who, when he was beaten back, came again, and again, though he had to come alone from the bloody field where his troops were being slaughtered, since he knew that he alone could ultimately triumph! (Chapter 3, pp 19)
The Count's identity is later speculated on by Professor Van Helsing:
He must, indeed, have been that Voivode Dracula who won his name against the Turk, over the great river on the very frontier of Turkey-land. (Chapter 18, p 145)
Many of Stoker's biographers and literary critics have found strong similarities to the earlier Irish writer Sheridan Le Fanu's classic of the vampire genre, Carmilla. In writing Dracula, Stoker may also have drawn on stories about the sídhe,[citation needed] some of which feature blood-drinking women. The folkloric figure of Abhartach has also been suggested as a source.[31]
In 1983, McNally additionally suggested that Stoker was influenced by the history of Hungarian Countess Elizabeth Bathory, who tortured and killed between 36 and 700 young women.[32] It was later commonly believed that she committed these crimes to bathe in their blood, believing that this preserved her youth.[33]
In her book The Essential Dracula, Clare Haword-Maden opined the castle of Count Dracula was inspired by Slains Castle, at which Bram Stoker was a guest of the 19th Earl of Erroll.[34] According to Miller, he first visited Cruden Bay in 1893, three years after work on Dracula had begun. Haining and Tremaine maintain that during this visit, Stoker was especially impressed by Slains Castle's interior and the surrounding landscape. Miller and Leatherdale question the stringency of this connection.[35] Possibly, Stoker was not inspired by a real edifice at all, but by Jules Verne's novel The Carpathian Castle (1892) or Anne Radcliffe's The Mysteries of Udolpho (1794).[36] A third possibility is that he copied information about a castle at Vécs from one of his sources on Transylvania, the book by Major E.C. Johnson.[37] A further option is that Stoker saw an illustration of Castle Bran (Törzburg) in the book on Transylvania by Charles Boner, or read about it in the books by Mazuchelli or Crosse.[38] Many of the scenes in Whitby and London are based on real places that Stoker frequently visited, although in some cases he distorts the geography for the sake of the story. One scholar has suggested that Stoker chose Whitby as the site of Dracula's first appearance in England because of the Synod of Whitby, given the novel's preoccupation with timekeeping and calendar disputes.[26]
Daniel Farson, Leonard Wolf, and Peter Haining have suggested that Stoker received much historical information from Ármin Vámbéry, a Hungarian professor he met at least twice. Miller argues "there is nothing to indicate that the conversation included Vlad, vampires, or even Transylvania" and that, "furthermore, there is no record of any other correspondence between Stoker and Vámbéry, nor is Vámbéry mentioned in Stoker's notes for Dracula."[39]

Adaptations

For more details on this topic, see Dracula in popular culture.
Bela Lugosi as Dracula (1931)
The story of Dracula has been the basis for numerous films and plays. Stoker himself wrote the first theatrical adaptation, which was presented at the Lyceum Theatre under the title Dracula, or The Undead shortly before the novel's publication and performed only once. Popular films include Dracula (1931), Dracula (alternative title: The Horror of Dracula) (1958), and Dracula (also known as Bram Stoker's Dracula) (1992). Dracula was also adapted as Nosferatu (1922), a film directed by the German director F. W. Murnau, without permission from Stoker's widow; the filmmakers attempted to avoid copyright problems by altering many of the details, including changing the name of the villain to "Count Orlok".
The character of Count Dracula has remained popular over the years, and many films have used the character as a villain, while others have named him in their titles, including Dracula's Daughter and The Brides of Dracula. As of 2009, an estimated 217 films feature Dracula in a major role,[40] a number second only to Sherlock Holmes (223 films).[41]
Most adaptations do not include all the major characters from the novel. The Count is always present, and Jonathan and Mina Harker, Dr. Seward, Dr. Van Helsing, and Renfield usually appear as well. The characters of Mina and Lucy are often combined into a single female role. Jonathan Harker and Renfield are also sometimes reversed or combined. Quincey Morris and Arthur Holmwood are usually omitted entirely (Bram Stoker's Dracula being a notable exception).

"Dracula's Guest"

In 1914, two years after Stoker's death, the short story "Dracula's Guest" was posthumously published. It was, according to most contemporary critics, the deleted first (or second) chapter from the original manuscript[42] and the one which gave the volume its name,[4]:325 but which the original publishers deemed unnecessary to the overall story.
"Dracula's Guest" follows an unnamed Englishman traveller as he wanders around Munich before leaving for Transylvania. It is Walpurgis Night, and in spite of the coachman's warnings, the young Englishman foolishly leaves his hotel and wanders through a dense forest alone. Along the way he feels he is being watched by a tall and thin stranger (possibly Count Dracula).
The short story climaxes in an old graveyard, where in a marble tomb (with a large iron stake driven into it), the Englishman encounters a sleeping female vampire called Countess Dolingen. This malevolent and beautiful vampire awakens from her marble bier to conjure a snowstorm before being struck by lightning and returning to her eternal prison. However, the Englishman's troubles are not quite over, as he is dragged away by an unseen force and rendered unconscious. He awakes to find a "gigantic" wolf lying on his chest and licking at his throat; however, the wolf merely keeps him warm and protects him until help arrives.
When the Englishman is finally taken back to his hotel, a telegram awaits him from his expectant host Dracula, with a warning about "dangers from snow and wolves and night".

See also

Notes and references


  • First published as a hardcover in 1897 by Archibald Constable and Co. See http://www.bramstoker.org/novels.html Bibliography of Stoker's novels at Bram Stoker Online.

  • Leonard Wolf (2004). The Essential Dracula, Chapter 13, Note 31. "Bloofer lady" is explained as baby-talk for "beautiful lady".

  • Symon, Evan V. (January 14, 2013). "10 Deleted Chapters that Transformed Famous Books". listverse.com.

  • Barbara Belford (2002). Bram Stoker and the Man Who Was Dracula. ISBN 0-306-81098-0. Retrieved 4 June 2010.

  • Nina Auerbach and David Skal, editors. Dracula. Norton Critical Edition. 1997. ISBN 0-393-97012-4. Preface, first paragraph.

  • Lewis S Warren, Buffalo Bill Meets Dracula: William F. Cody, Bram Stoker, and the Frontiers of Racial Decay[dead link], American Historical Review, Vol. 107, No. 4, October 2002, paragraph 18

  • An account of the principalities of Wallachia and Moldavia - William Wilkinson, Longman, 1820 (Google Free eBook)

  • Radu R. Florescu and Raymond T. McNally Dracula, Prince of Many Faces. Little Brown. 1989. ISBN 0316286567. pp. 229–31.

  • Raymond T. McNally and Radu R. Florescu In Search of Dracula, The History of Dracula and Vampires (Completely Revised). Houghton Mifflin. 1994. ISBN 0-395-65783-0. pp. 8-9.

  • Lugosi v. Universal Pictures, 70 Cal.App.3d 552 (1977), note 4.

  • Stoker, Bram. "—Article at the BBC Cult website". BBC. Retrieved 17 May 2014.

  • Cited in Paul Murray's "From the Shadow of Dracula: A Life of Bram Stoker" 2004. pp. 363-4.

  • Nina Auerbach and David Skal, editors. Dracula. Norton Critical Edition. 1997. ISBN 0-393-97012-4. Preface, first paragraph.

  • "Bram Stoker - Stoker, Irving & Count Vlad". Today in Literature. 20 April 1912. Retrieved 17 May 2014.

  • "Bram Stoker's "Dracula" by Gothic Candlelight". Irishphiladelphia.com. 10 June 2011. Retrieved 17 May 2014.

  • Stoker, Bram. "Cult Vampires - Extract from Dracula by Bram Stoker". BBC. Retrieved 17 May 2014.

  • Richard Dalby "Bram Stoker", in Jack Sullivan (ed) The Penguin Encyclopedia of Horror and the Supernatural, 1986, Viking, pp. 404-6, 405.

  • Klinger, page xxxii

  • Cited in Nina Auerbach and David Skal, editors, Dracula, Norton Critical Edition, 1997, pp. 363-4.

  • C.F. Bentley’s. The Monster in the Bedroom: Sexual Symbolism in Bram Stoker’s Dracula

  • Senf, Carol A. The Vampire in Nineteenth-Century English Literature. Bowling Green: Popular Press,

  • Christopher Craft (1984). "Kiss Me with Those Red Lips": Gender and Inversion in Bram Stoker's Dracula

  • Arata, Stephen D. The Occidental Tourist: Dracula and the Anxiety of Reverse Colonization, Victorian Studies 33.4 (1990).

  • Schaffer, Talia (1994). A Wilde Desire Took Me: the Homoerotic History of Dracula

  • Franco Moretti, “The Dialectic of Fear,” New Left Review 136 (1982): 67-85

  • "Killing Time: Dracula and Social Discoordination" in Economics of the Undead Eds. Glen Whitman and James Dow (Rowman & Littlefield, 2014), chapter 23

  • Bram Stoker's Notes for Dracula: A Facsimile Edition by Robert Eighteen-Bisang & Elizabeth Miller (McFarland, 2008)

  • Noll, Richard. "Vampires Werewolves and Demons: Twentieth Century Case Reports in the Psychiatric Literature (1991) | Richard Noll". Academia.edu. Retrieved 17 May 2014.

  • Starrs, D. Bruno. "Keeping the faith: Catholicism in Dracula and its adaptations," Journal of Dracula Studies 6 (2004). http://blooferland.com/drc/index.php?title=Journal_of_Dracula_Studies#Number_6_.282004.29

  • Andreescu, Stefan (1999). Vlad the Impaler (Dracula). The Romanian Cultural Foundation Publishing House. ISBN 973-577-197-7.

  • Curran, Bob (Summer 2000). "Was Dracula an Irishman?". History Ireland 8 (2).

  • McNally, Raymund. Dracula was a Woman. New York: McGraw-Hill, 1983

  • Dennis Bathory-Kitsz. "Báthory Erzsébet - Elizabeth Bathory: Bram Stoker, Elizabeth Bathory, and Dracula (Elizabeth Miller)". Bathory.org. Retrieved 17 May 2014.

  • Haword-Maden, Clare. The Essential Dracula. London: Bison Books, 1992

  • Haining, Peter and Tremayne, Peter. The Un-Dead: The Legend of Bram Stoker and Dracila. London: Constable 1997, quoted by Miller, Elizabeth. Dracula - Sense & Nonsense, 2nd ed. Westcliff-on-Sea, UK: Desert Island Books, 2006, p. 19. See also Leatherdale, Clive. Dracula Unearthed. Westcliff-on-Sea, UK: Desert Island Books, 1998, p. 13

  • Elizabeth Miller, Dracula: Sense & Nonsense. 2nd ed. Westcliff-on-Sea, UK: Desert Island Books, 2006, p. 141

  • Major E.C. Johnson, On the Track of the Crescent: Erratic Notes from the Piraeus to Pesth. London: Hurst and Blackett, 1885. p. 256-257, quoted by Marius Crișan, The Models for Castle Dracula in Stoker’s Sources on Transylvania, Journal of Dracula Studies Nr 10 (2008); also referred to by Miller, 2006, p. 141

  • Charles Boner, Transylvania: Its Products and Its People. London: Longmans, 1865. Referred to by Marius Crișan, The Models for Castle Dracula in Stoker’s Sources on Transylvania, Journal of Dracula Studies Nr 10 (2008). As indicated by Crişan, Crosse's book . Round About the Carpathians and Mazuchelli's Magyarland describe Törzburg as well.

  • Elizabeth Miller, Filing for Divorce Count Dracula vs Vlad Tepes Dracula: The Shade and the Shadow, ed. Elizabeth Miller (Westcliff-on-Sea: Desert Island Books, 1998; cf. Miller, Elizabeth. Dracula - Sense & Nonsense, 2nd ed. Westcliff-on-Sea, UK: Desert Island Books, 2006, p. 25-27)

  • Count Dracula at the Internet Movie Database

  • Sherlock Holmes at the Internet Movie Database

    1. James Craig Holte. Dracula Film Adaptations. p. 27. Retrieved 4 June 2010.

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    • Schaffer, Talia. A Wilde Desire Took Me: the Homoerotic History of Dracula, in: ELH - Volume 61, Number 2 (1994), pp. 381–425.
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    • Waters, Colin Gothic Whitby . History Press, 2009 - ISBN 0-7524-5291-6

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    Interview with an Invisible Man
    Part Three
    By John Pirillo


    "Time is only a doorstop to success and a short way to Realization!" --- The Golden Buddha

    I'm beginning to see a trend in my interviews. Men and women of great stature make great mistakes, and spend the rest of their lives, or a great portion trying to amend them. This is, I believe, a sign of an awakened consciousness, a person ready to step forth from the shadows of life and become a major player in the unfolding of the evolution of life about them.

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    The Interview begins after this:

    You must forgive me if I digress just a moment. I was so stunned, yet again, by the outburst from this seemingly kind and benign gentleman, that to have him state unequivocally that he was a murderer not only frightened me, but made me fear for my sanity. For this was not the man whom I had written. Not the man at all.

    "So." I managed to stutter rather unsuccessfully. "You killed a man." Trying to appear unfazed by the admittance, but barely able to hide my fluttering heart that must have been beating in my eyes and expression.

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    "You see, when you experiment with leading edge medicine or science, there is always the risk of harming the innocent. Something I have always taken great strides to avoid at all costs, even if it meant harm to me instead."

    "But something went wrong?" I prompted him.

    He nodded, his eyes gazing inwards a moment, before refocusing on me. "You see, the loft I shared next to the Thames also had another graduate student there. His name was Thomas Ridley. He was the son of a poor farmer, and was hoping to revolutionize farming through the introduction of chemicals that would precipitate accelerated growth in crops."

    He leaned forward. "His work could have saved the starving millions of many countries."

    Then he thrust his head between his hands and began to weep.

    I was probably in greater distress than he at the time. How do you comfort a man who weeps over a death you did not write, but yet happened? The paradox of it all left me gripped in a malaise of helplessness, much as he might have felt at that time as well. Finally, I mustered my thoughts and put a hand on his arm.

    "Sometimes, we unleash...or stop forces for good. But if our intent is pure, then I know we will be forgiven, even if we don't always forgive ourselves."

    He looked up, his eyes reaching for hope in mine, then took out a hanky and blew into it. He shoved it back into his jacket, and then sighed. "I'm sorry. I must be shaming myself in front of you."

    "Not at all. I'm proud of you. You are far more than I had created."

    He examined my face for falsehoods, and then a faint glimmer of sunshine lit his face. He went on. "Thomas was only twenty at the time. I was twenty one. So both of us were still hardly beyond our childhoods, but both of us were blossoming into our own spheres of influence and genius."

    He paused to catch his breath, and then continued. "Thomas would help me set up my experiments, as I would his. We both fed input into each other's works, such as friends are wont to do."

    "Sounds like nothing wrong with that." I interjected.

    "There wasn't. It was when he stayed to witness one of my experiments that things went horribly wrong."

    I waited as his face ran through panoply of emotions, which I think must have been tearing at the roof of his soul at that time.

    He continued. "Thomas watched from beside me as I administered a more than usually strong dose of my experimental drug to a dying dog I had found in the alley below. It was a miserable thing. I knew it had at best only a few more hours to live and I administered a shot to it to numb its pain. It was actually happy in its last moments, licking at its fur to clean it and giving us that usual canine smile that warms our hearts."

    He paused for a long moment, his heart heaving with pain over the vision. I knew he loved animals as much as I. I had written him that way, but his depth of feeling was far beyond my own at that time.

    "At first he continued to sink into oblivion, ignorant of his own death, then his ears straightened up and he bounced to his feet and began barking."

    "And?"

    "And then he leapt at Thomas and vanished."

    "Remarkable."

    "Yes. But only if it had not meant the death of my friend."

    "I don't understand."

    He leaned close again, the misery on his face as evident as a sore on one's hand. "The chemical made it not only invisible, but penetrating as well."

    I was shocked. "You mean it was able to leap into his body?"

    Professor Langdon didn't reply. It was obvious.

    "He died instantly. The effect of the drug wore off the moment it entered his chest cavity. His heart and lungs were crushed by the mingling of the dog's atoms with his own. It was horrible. He just stood there, a look of utter shock upon his face and amazement."

    Professor Langdon gripped both my hands so hard they hurt. "He had just seen a miracle and then died from it."

    He wiped at the tears beginning to dot his eyes once more, sniffling miserably. "I shall never forgive myself for that death. Never!"

    I sat there quietly a moment, and then said. "But you have helped save so many through your invisibility. Like the time you caught the serial killer who was assassinating the Queen's Ministers and then had sought her."

    He wiped at his eyes, blew his nose again, and then looked up. He seized my hands again, even harder.

    I tried not to show my pain, because his emotional pain, I'm sure at that time, was much, much worse.

    "The good is sometimes outweighed by the bad in friendship. You must understand, we were like brothers, he and I. I was crushed. My immortal soul tarnished."

    At this point my cell phone died once more. I put it on the charger and sat with him a long time, not speaking, just allowing him to settle down emotionally. I gave him food to eat and drink.

    I will reveal more in our next portion of the interview later on. There is much that has not been asked, or revealed yet, which I have hidden from you dear Readers, but which he has so kindly and mercifully requested I reveal to ease his heart and pain and show you the truth of what being a hero truly is. For the greatest of lights sometimes can also be surrounded by darkness.

    Sincerely and with love

    The Author and Interviewer

    John Pirillo

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    Thursday, May 21, 2015

    (New) Dying to the Light "A Sherlock Holmes Story" By John Pirillo, artwork & stories at ImagineNation (http://johnpirilloauthor.blogspot.com/)

    Dying to the Light
    A Sherlock Holmes Story
    By John Pirillo


    Its tracks were as plain to see as if one had held a lantern up to a wall streaked with mud all over it. He could smell it as well. It stank of death and dying. Of fear and horror. Of an ending to what might have been longer, but now would never be.

    He touched very carefully the beginning of a spot on the rug, then traced it with his carefully manicured nail until it stopped about eight feet above the floorboards, the beautiful tapestry of the wall paper, the molded window frame, the silver backed glass, the embroidered flags that countered each side of the window, and resting just below the ceiling, where the reddish ooze had begun to drip.

    "Definitely here." He told his companion.

    The man stood in the shadows of the bedroom, examining the body that they had discovered only minutes ago, purely thanks to the very excellent nostrils of Count Dracula.

    Sherlock hammered his chin with his right index fingernail over and over as he pondered the juxtaposition of the dead woman and the spots of blood on the pink carpet beside the bed, and the spots on the floor beside the ornately designed window where Count Dracula had seen and smelled the initial impurities of death and blood from outside.

    "Perhaps." Sherlock said, not so sure himself.

    He raised his eyes from the pallid figure on the bed, whose throat had been torn open by brute force, allowing a secondary flow of blood to light up the pure white silk sheets it lay upon. Her eyes stared up at him, as if accusing him of not being there sooner, as if saying, why you allowed this. That look always haunted him, though he never spoke of it. Perhaps that was why the original allure of the opiates had been so strong in him at one time. Over the years he had diminished that, suppressing that futile urge and replacing it instead with a sharp insight honed by clinical knowledge and experience.

    Forensics was still a new science in Queen Mary's Victorian England, but one that was gaining more and more proponents, thanks to his and Watson's work. His and that of the Baker Street Team, that is.

    "I'm afraid we shall have to call off the opera tonight." Sherlock finally said.

    Count Dracula said nothing. What was there to say? He was a patient man when it came to facts, and the facts were obvious. Someone or something with very sharp teeth and an enormous amount of strength had destroyed this person.

    Personally, he found no attraction to these men who deigned to dress like the opposite sex, and pretend to be women, but he also had no particular distaste for them either. People had choices they had to live or die by. This one had chosen to live under a different sky, and their sky had collapsed and fallen upon them for whatever the reason. Perhaps lust, perhaps the thrill of dangerous liaisons, who could tell? Surely not Dame Evans who lay on her regal throne of a bed, her...or rather his...life stricken from him in one horrid, vampiric moment.

    "Watson, come here, we need you!" Sherlock remarked loudly.

    They both heard a thumping from overhead, as if a horrible monster were awoken from its repose and was storming for the exit to attend to the intruders below who had disturbed it. The noise grew louder and louder, and Count Dracula tensed, not sure if he was hearing Watson, or something worse.

    Then Watson rushed into the room, but without a sound.

    Count Dracula, without speaking a word, flung himself out the right half of the window, which lay open and soared upwards like a swift, dark arrow.

    "I say, Sherlock, whatever got into him?"

    "Anything?" Sherlock demanded, not commenting on Watson's remark.

    "The body definitely perished here in this room, and I cannot for the world of me decide how the blood could possibly have flowed upwards into the room above. It's just an attic, devoid of windows, chimney or any exit but that which I entered and left but moments ago."

    "I see."

    Sherlock went to the open portion of the double glassed window and gazed at the lawn below. They were two stories up. The attic on the third. He turned slightly to peer at the gabled roof. Searching for the minutest traces of clues that could be there, but found nothing.

    "It would seem our murderer either had wings, or another method of entering and exiting this home." Sherlock decided.

    Watson gently shut the eyes of Dame Evans, shuddering, not because of what she was, but what she might have been... a soul with great potential. Dame Evans had been on the brink of a great discovery, one that could have revolutionized the tech industry that had been blossoming under Tesla and Edison.

    "Shame."

    "Always." Sherlock joined in, sighing.

    He steepled his fingers beneath his chin, then sighed again and headed for the exit. "We must let the Inspector attend to this now; we have done all we can."

    "He's going to be disappointed we waited so long to contact him."

    Sherlock gave Watson an amused smile. "Usually, it is he who wakes us. Turnabout is only fair, wouldn't you say, Watson?"

    Watson grinned.

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    Inspector Bloodstone exited the Constabulary Wagon alongside Constable Evans, cursing lightly and rubbing his bloodshot eyes, until he spotted Sherlock and Watson waiting for him at the doorway of the three story mansion that had once been the home of Dame Evans.

    Several older men of a colorful nature stood around them, chattering obsessively, wiping at their eyes.

    "Oh great!" He muttered, cursing the hour and the time of this death.

    "Why is it always at night this happens, Constable Evans?"

    Constable Evans gave his father an amused look. He said nothing. He knew better. He rubbed his own eyes, which had barely closed yet, and smiled. Tomorrow should test them both. But tomorrow was tomorrow. Almost as if reading his mind, Sherlock looked over and locked onto his eyes for a moment, his hawk like stare unnerving to most, but to Constable Evans only a sigh of the certainty of the man's giant intellect.

    "Where?" Inspector Bloodstone demanded.

    "Watson, please do the honors."

    Watson nodded and headed inside, followed by the Inspector.

    Constable Evans gave the three men about Sherlock a penetrating stare.

    The tallest of the three, dressed in all yellow, and with long hair that was braided like a pirates, painted nails and red lipstick, stepped forward and extended his hand. "I am Harold Pinter. A friend of the late Dame Evans."

    The second man snickered. "And lover."

    "Please." Sherlock demanded. Both men shut up and stood back. The third watched silently, no words upon his lips.

    Sherlock gestured to Constable Evans. "Let's take a walk."

    "Where to?"

    Sherlock didn't answer. Instead he stepped down from the high porch, which was laden with ornamental flowers and guardian angels, and led Constable Evans about the mansion, his eyes tracing something along their path only he could see. Finally, he stopped.

    When he did a dark form descended from above and lit beside them.

    Count Dracula eyed the startled Constable, who was reaching for his weapon. "My apologies, Constable, I had forgotten you are a bit nervous about us."

    Constable Evans eyes narrowed. "The woman I loved was drained dry of her life by one such as you." He accused.

    "Not one like I, but one whose thirst went above and beyond the mortal boundaries of dignity. I apologize once more for your loss and offer my condolences."

    He gave a regal bow, his eyes filled with true apology and a touch of sadness. He felt that way because he never drank human blood, nor ever would. But there were rogues in his life stream, who might and did.

    Constable Evans looked to Sherlock. "So why are we here?"

    "Did you notice anything special about any of the men on the porch?"

    "Three men of a different taste."

    "Or more?"

    Constable Evans raised an eyebrow.

    Sherlock pointed to the roof. "Our friend here, Count Dracula, found a forced entrance upon the roof."

    Constable Evans gave Sherlock a puzzled look. "But why would they enter that way? Why go to all that effort?"

    "Why indeed?" Sherlock asked.

    He plucked from his cloak something heavy and handed it to the Constable. "When I give the word you are to stab that immediately into the heart of the man I urge you to. You must not hesitate or he will flee."

    "Why me?"

    "Because the Count would give himself away and because I have another mission. Will you do so, or not?"

    "What of Watson?"

    "Again. Another mission."

    Constable Evans sighed and hefted the small, but quite heavy silver knife.

    Count Dracula shuddered at its shape and its deadliness. One of the few things a mortal man could use upon him with success.

    "Follow me." Sherlock said. "Count."

    The Count flew upwards, vanishing into the shadows of the roof.

    Sherlock led Constable Evans to the porch where the three men still stood. He stepped up the steps, followed by Constable Evans, whose right hand was out of sight in the pocket of his trousers.

    "I know who murdered Dame Evans."

    The two men beside Harold Pinter both headed down the steps, one to the right and one to the left. "We'll see you later, Harold." One said. "Later!" Said the other.

    But as they strode onto the pavement of the sidewalk Watson stepped into view from the right and Inspector Bloodstone from the left.

    "What's the meaning of this?" Harold Pinter demanded, his eyes blazing with anger. "Just because we are different is no reason to treat us so unmanly!"

    "Now!" Sherlock hammered Constable Evans with his voice.

    Constable Evans pulled out his silver knife and plunged it into the heart of Harold Pinter.

    The two men on the sidewalk tried to rush back to help him, but were blocked by Watson and Inspector Bloodstone.

    Harold Pinter screamed like a banshee, his voice so horrible that the air was shattered by the terror and anger of it.

    He grabbed for Constable Evans.

    Sherlock immediately threw a rope of silver about his hands, and then pulled him face down onto the flat of the porch.

    Count Dracula descended from above and stood on Harold's back. "Do not move if you value your life, scourge of the night!"

    "I shall kill you all!" Harold cried out, frothing blood from his mouth.

    From inside the home a horrible cry broke forth, then a second and a third. A horrible sound like a monster descending from inside erupted, and then Dame Evans stepped forth from inside, his body no longer resembling that of a mortally wounded human, but instead something worse. Something from a nightmare.

    "Where is he?" He demanded.

    Sherlock very calmly blocked the path of Dame Evans.

    The monster ground its enormous teeth in his face a moment, then his horrid shape began to dissolve into that they had seen laying upon the bed. He broke into tears and wept like a woman. Sherlock did a very peculiar thing for him, and put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

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    Harold Pinter and the other two men were led into the back of the Constabulary Wagon, all three chained in silver. Several Constables herded them inside, and then climbed in to guard them.

    Inspector Bloodstone eyed Sherlock. "How did you know it was them?"

    Sherlock smiled. "A little birdy told me."

    Watson laughed. "Inspector, all three men had bird droppings on their shoes. The only way they could have gotten that..."

    "Was from the rooftop." Count Dracula added with a smirk. "This is why I flew there."

    Sherlock nodded. "You see, these three men are part of a variety of vampires that can only extend their family by ingesting the blood of one such as Dame Evans, a man deluded into thinking he was different from humanity, because of his sexual preferences."

    "And he wasn't."

    "Isn't, my dear Inspector. You see each of us has the same Divine Spark and Dame Evans' only problem was his overwhelming desire to belong somewhere he was loved, even if it meant dying to our world to joint theirs."

    Dame Evans stood on the porch watching the door of the Wagon closed. "But what now? Constable Evans demanded. "He is one of them. Just look at him. More alone than ever before."

    "Yes. But now, he knows them for what they are. For their intent was not to convert him to their cause, but to take his life. Had you not stabbed Harold in the heart as you did, the unholy bond they had forged upon him would never have been broken, and he would've awoken..."

    "As an Undead Monster." Count Dracula said, shivering with the idea. "Such monsters are the slaves of men like these. Preying upon the innocent."

    "And helping them to accumulate wealth." Watson added.

    "Yes, Watson. Even monsters have sometimes...peculiar mortal needs."

    They all turned to look as the Constable Wagon drove off.

    Behind them Dame Evans wept softly.

    Sherlock sad sadly. "What is sad is that he thought he was being born anew, but in fact he was dying to the Light. Better to learn how to love ourselves as God created us"

    He smiled at Watson. "We must rejoice in what we have, not curse that which we do not."

    "I could use a raspberry scone right about now." Watson muttered with a yawn.

    Everyone broke into laughter. It had been a long night.