What started as a fun, hot addition to
the YA vampire lit craze with a killer concept — the invention of
synthetic blood sparks a population of vampires “coming out of the
coffin” to mix with the humans they no longer have to feed on to survive
— has become quite the crazy train of otherworldly drama.
In Irish playwright Conor McPherson's St. Nicholas, Michael Shooner plays a thoroughly nasty theater critic; a writer without much to say but who enjoys lording his influence over
actors and theaters. Most critics actually love the theater, but not this guy — it’s largely an experience for him to bully people and
freeload food and drink on opening nights. He enjoys preying on those who fear
him. So perhaps it’s only natural that he ends up in the employ
of a coven of vampires.
Dear Maija, I am seriously afraid of monsters. I hate scary movies, Halloween and freaky looking people. Well, the other day I went to my friend's house to watch reruns of 'Sex and the City,' and she turned on this crazy new show about vampires and, like, five minutes into it there was full-on sex!