Review: Bite Me by Christopher Moore

Review written by Jess Peacock

It has been 15 years since Christopher Moore introduced us to Jody and Flood, the titular characters of the delightful novel Bloodsucking Fiends: A Love Story. Since then, we have become acquainted with a motley supporting cast of characters, including an Emperor of San Francisco and his loyal canines, a raucous group of corner store employees tagged the Animals, a Hot Topic Goth girl with nosferatu dreams, a nefarious blue skinned Las Vegas stripper, a sadistic vampire Lord, and a pair of detectives who constantly find themselves way in over their well intentioned heads. So when Moore adds a giant vampire cat into the mix, suffice to say it seems perfectly fitting.

Picking up right after the events of the second novel You Suck, Moore leans on the narration of the returning Abby Normal, a love struck vampire wannabe with delusions of dark poetic grandeur, to bring the reader up to speed. And while it is Normal’s somewhat annoying, often hilarious commentary that opens and concludes Bite Me, the story is still effectively that of Jody and Tommy’s passionate, albeit troubled relationship. Throughout the trilogy Moore has effectively mined the pitfalls of falling in love (Bloodsucking Fiends), finding balance and compromise in a committed relationship (You Suck), and now, with Bite Me, the author explores the uncertainty and heartache that can result when two people who love each other want different things in life, and the difficult choices they must make as a result.

Honestly, the plot of the book is thin to nonexistent, which is pretty much par for the course with Moore’s vampire series. Chet, the previously mentioned feline bloodsucker, is running riot throughout San Francisco while building an unstoppable undead cat army, and it falls on everyone involved to stop the encroaching menace. While there is a little more to it than that (a feral Tommy, a crispy Jody, and a rat tail on Abby), the focus of Bite Me is more concerned with bringing to a conclusion the intimate journey of our vampire lovers.

Lest you assume that Moore has decided to cash in on the schmaltzy pseudo-Harlequin romance of the Twilight series, rest assured that Bite Me provides its share of blood, action, and signature bawdy humor that the “authorguy” is known for. Not to mention a fun cameo or two of other characters from the Mooreverse, including an entirely unexpected Rastafarian (hint, hint) spin on Bram Stoker’s Renfield.

A pleasant return to form after the abysmal Fool (read my review here), Moore’s Bite Me is perverse, touching, and hilarious, often all within the same page, a fitting conclusion to an epic tale of undead love, hot monkey sex, and frozen turkey bowling.