The Strain: Can one arts reporter devour it in one day? We're pretty confident.
by Neda Ulaby
[Ed. Note: Arts reporter Neda Ulaby took today to read The Strain and write about it as she went. At the bottom of the post — which is where we started with Chapter 1, so if you're just joining us you should start there too — you'll find some background on the book. She's now finished with the book. Obviously, massive spoilers follow.]
Where We Stand: The End
Chapter 15: The Clan...And Epilogue
I'm combining these two because they're both really, really short. It becomes clear that Eph will never get back together with his ex-wife, mostly because he's not into her new squidlike tongue and desire to gnaw upon their son's tender neck.
We meet a bunch of other aged vampires, who've retired to a Pennsylvania asbestos mine. Their Zen-like centeredness comes as a huge relief after all the shrieks of "Nooo!" fading from Manhattan. As befits the first part of a trilogy, the plotline simply goes slack.
Thanks for joining me in this liveblogging experiment. I hope you read The Strain, not in an office chair, under florescent lights, but on a beach or a porch, uninterrupted, reading until the sky darkens and the air chills. Enjoy.
Chapter 14: Lair
The Master has kidnapped Eph's ex-wife, making not a speck of sense. Why would an ancient supernatural entity need to borrow tactics from a drug cartel?
Finally, we get a good gander at the Master, and guess what--he looks a bit like a beast from Pan's Labyrinth, with a hairless, colorless head and worn, washed out apertures. Maybe for the screen version, GDT plans on throwing some work towards Doug Jones, whom he's used in several of his films.
Society is totally disintegrating, by the way, with most everyone in New York undead, and vampire gangs hunting each other by the light of burning buildings. It's a bit silly.
Our heroes' plans for mass immolation of the vampires is thwarted because Eph is so eager to rescue his ex-wife, even though her kidnapping makes no sense. Even more irritatingly, his rush to storm the Master's penthouse means they have to pass up a chance to destroy the Master's coffin. Which makes no sense. No sense. Hundreds of souls.
I'm a little disappointed. What started off as a tight, smart scary book has devolved, in my view, into high camp, with language along the lines of "You will taste my silver, strigoi!" and repetitive vampire/human evisceration. It's fine and even admirable to evoke the flavor of B movies but this tips over into the realm of straight-to-DVD.
More of the liveblog, after the jump...
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