The unnamed central character of this short story finds himself suddenly craving blood. He can’t understand it, he is a normal person, a normal man, why on earth is this happening to him. He tries to rationalise it, maybe he has an iron deficiency? Or maybe it is a totally misdirected sex-drive? And yet, he continues to find himself being drawn towards blood. Bloody raw steaks, the next-door neighbour’s chickens…
This is a very short short story Only 9 pages long or so. But I really enjoyed it.
We get to know a surprising amount about this character, his wife Vera, and his kids. He is a banker. An evil figure in the the post-Celtic Tiger Ireland, even if he never made those huge bonuses, and the neighbours are looking at him with disdain, despite the fact that they probably enjoyed more benefits than he ever did from the financial craziness. And now all of a sudden he needs blood.
This is an amusing, almost light-hearted take on vampirism, and I really enjoyed the link between the Death of the Celtic Tiger, the blood-sucking bankers, and vampires, it made me smile. And as is usual with Doyle, his writing is always so colloquial and almost easy-going that he makes anything very readable. He isn’t an author I would associate with fantasy or horror, but then again I suppose his Family was horrific in its own way.
This story is also in Doyle’s Bullfighting