A Better Twilight

It is not because I was an early devotee of Anne Rice that I have not read Twilight by Stephanie Meyer.  While I do think that the idea that an old (yet hot) vampire would go to high school is silly, that is not the reason either. 

I cannot participate in this popular culture phase as it is simply too hard for me to keep track of all of the vampire stories flooding the media so I am banning them all.  I will not be watching any of the movies either (though I did, totally by accident, purchase the special People issue that was 100% devoted to Twilight the movie).

But, when I came across Twilight by Katherine Mosby, I decided to read Mosby's Twilight instead (despite my total resistance to all things Twilight).  It was so worth it.  Set in Paris at the end of the 30s, it is an excellent view in to the slow dissolution of civilization as world war approaches. 

In many ways, it reminded me of The Dream of Scipio by Iain Pears, which was one of the best books ever. The Dream of Scipio is more comprehensive (it is set in more time periods), but both books are love stories with a back drop of collapse.