Raffaello Glinni, a Medieval history scholar, noticed that that tomb is covered symbols representing the House of the Transylvanian “Carpathians,” something very out of place in a crypt full of Italian noblemen.
Like so, apparently:
[N]aturally, the researchers are appealing to the authorities for permission to open the grave, releasing Dracula from his ancient slumber where he'll reinstate his bloody reign of terror on an unsuspecting world. Or, you know, maybe just prove their hunch.
Vampire politics continues in 2012, as we approach May 1 and the start of Dracula. Today's example: a passionate, lyrical essay from the left, asking us to observe "Ypsilanti Vampire May Day".
Here's a sample:
The situation does indeed resemble Count Dracula’s castle: the barred windows of banks; the impregnable battlements of securitization; the bolted doors of financialization; the endless corridors of credit default swaps; the twisting stairways of lost mortgages; the heavy portcullis of fiscalism. Every view is hemmed in by enclosure, and each citizen is watched over by the omniscient Evil Eye of surveillance cameras.
Yes, Linebaugh namechecks the classic Goldman Sachs vampire squid line. And Marx's powerful Gothic phrasing. Along with 19th-century Greek history, Sulla, the history of Michigan, and far too many other items along a delirious way for me to summarize quickly.
Another take on Dracula and new media is iDracula. Bekka Black takes key scenes and passages, transfers them to current digital platforms (iPad, phone, etc), and updates the content a bit.
From: Mina Murray
To: Jonathan Harker
Subject: Renfield slipping in and out
Sent: June 13 8:27 PM Jonathan, I miss you. I wish you could have come when we visited Renfield today. Am attaching a photo of the gates. Kinda cool looking, but only if you know you can get right back out.
He looks terrible. He’s lost about 20 pounds and his face is yellowish. It was the saddest thing I’ve ever seen. I didn’t cry, but my eyes got full and I had to do that blinky thing you hate.
Lucy stared at him with her mouth open, like a bird at a snake, so I had to do the talking. Why do I always have to step in and do the yucky stuff? Here’s how it went:
Renfield: I must consume life forces to be strong. He decreed it. He has come to me even here. And He decreed it.
Me (keeping one eye on the door and wishing you were there): Randy, how are you?
Renfield: Weak. I must eat live meat. Could you get me a kitten? A soft little kitten?
Me: No. (Eww. Do you think he’d really eat one?)
Consider this the latest in a century+ tradition of translating Stoker's novel to new media. It started with stage, then radio, then film.