Anne Rice is undoubtably best known for her vampire chronicles and Mayfair witch stories. One of my favorite books by her is, however, "The Mummy". Originally written as a screenplay, "The Mummy" proves to be alternately touching and hilarious.
Ms. Rice's obligatory mythological allusion (or one of them; most of her books have scads, think "Memnoch")came in the form of a reference to Endymion, a character she has mentioned in at least two other books.
Most allusions came in the form of Egyptian history, which was drained, mined, and turned upside-down in "The Mummy". Thanks in no small part to the titular character.
The book seemed to be mostly stereotypes, except for Alex and Cleopatra. I have to say that but for Cleopatra's homicidal tendencies, I was really rooting for her and the eighteenth Earl of Rutherford. Alex was too sweet for his fiancee`, Julie. I wasn't very fond of Julie. She was the stereotypical headstrong woman intrigued by a handsome and undead stranger.
I had a laugh when Henry died, I admit. It's a well-written book that managed to keep my attention the entire way through. I loved the way Cleopatra and Ramses explored the early 20th century so eagerly. The Queen of the Nile wandering loose through Cairo quoting "Adia" whenever she needs to say something is hysterical, as are her enthusiastic attempts to drive a Model T. Unfortunately, some important characters seemed very two-dimensional and dampened my experience with "The Mummy".
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