Kinghtsbridge, New York, 1990
The blurb on the back:
'In form they were young women, and every one of them was sexually alluring, abandoned-looking, languid, but with an undying tension, the tension of perverse appetite held in check.'
Check those sleeve notes again: 'For what was Hitler but another kind of vampire?' Well, quite a bit really. More to the point, to equate him with Dracula is firstly, an absurdly and offensively mistaken portrayal of the Third Reich, and secondly, a misunderstanding of the symbolic significance of the vampire in European culture, which is centred on the historic legacy of feudalism in its conflict with bourgeois capitalism (it says here).
As it happens, the book is not as offensive as it sounds, being essentially a small-scale story of occupied Romania fighting back against the Wehrmacht. But it's still rubbish.
ENTERTAINMENT VALUE: 2/5
HIPNESS QUOTIENT: 2/5