Suck, Baby, Suck Gimme Yer Head

After hobnobbing around with Parisian deco-mick Oscar Wilde, after sitting in on hundreds of medical mutilations, after being slavishly obsessed with actor Henry Irving, after gorging himself to the gills on slavic-teutonic superstitions, Bram Stoker spewed out Dracula, a masterwork of horror, erotica and psychic subterfuge. It’s a book that leads to obsession and yearnings after power, Nietzschian supermen overlords.