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Small-town Southern life a muse for Charlaine Harris, author of ‘Southern Vampire Mysteries’ series
By JON GAMBRELL
Associated Press
MAGNOLIA, Ark. — Vampires typically roam the fogged streets of London or the humid nights of New Orleans, opulent worlds filled with beautiful monsters and formal balls.
Trailer parks and honky-tonks didn’t fit — until author Charlaine Harris took a chance with a telepathic barmaid named Sookie Stackhouse.
Now, Harris’ Southern Vampire Mysteries series has hit The New York Times’ list of best-sellers, gained fans far beyond her south Arkansas town and inspired a television series on HBO. Though fueled by sex, violence and hints of humor, Harris’ novels hold a mirror up to a South where race and societal change permeates through her prose.
Still, the mother of three said her only concern at first was finding something that would sell.
“I’m no crusader,” Harris says. “I just like to make a point. If people get it, good. If they don’t, OK.”
Stackhouse’s fictional hometown of Bon Temps, La., resembles the South in which Harris grew up, filled with waitresses who wear Keds sneakers and shop at Wal-Mart. Trailer homes dot the rural pastures of the north Louisiana town and pickup trucks fill the parking lot of the bar where Harris’ heroine works.
That sense of place allows the fantastic to seem commonplace, especially as were-animals, fairies and witches crowd into the story around Stackhouse and her vampire associates. Even the vampires, though satiated with artificial blood produced in Japan, struggle with scheduling nocturnal home repairs.
In a way, Harris, 57, says she wanted to serve as an “anti-Anne Rice,” allowing humor and reality to drive her novels.
“I just drew on my knowledge of what it’s like to live in a small town from the viewpoint of a person who has very little disposable income, ... a person who’s really having to count their pennies, plan ahead to pay their property tax,” she says. “That’s most people, I believe.”
Harris’ Stackhouse novels read quickly, ramping up at chapters’ ends in the pattern of her many trade paperback mysteries. While pulpy love entanglements and murders snare Stackhouse, the novels also provide a glimpse of social criticism. Vampires, once in self-imposed exile, “come out of the coffin,” an intended parallel to the acceptance of gays in the world.
Race also plays a part in the novels. Few black characters exist on the pages, a problem Harris acknowledges. The first Stackhouse novel also hints to the need for a black and a white funeral home in Bon Temps, something Harris writes is tradition rather than racism.
Harris herself grew up in Tunica, Miss., during the 1960s. Now home to casinos lining the bank of the Mississippi River, the Tunica of her childhood was 80 percent black and surrounded by rice fields. The town’s high school finally integrated in 1969 when Harris was a senior.
“It was very painful and frightening. Honestly, I congratulate the two young black women who graduated from my class,” she says. “I don’t know how they did it.”
Those angry with sweeping societal change make their way into Stackhouse’s town after supernatural creatures reveal themselves. Stackhouse finds herself targeted by them, her “disability” of being able to read minds often placing her in harm’s way. A terrorist bombing against vampires finds her helping firefighters recover victims as the smell of “hate” hangs in the air, an allusion to 9/11.
Another disaster, Hurricane Katrina, hits close to home for the book’s characters. Vampires struggle to cover damaged roofs with blue plastic tarps. Stackhouse takes storm victims into her home — though they are witches, of course.
Some readers got angry about using the hurricane in her novels. However, she believes it would have been impossible not to mention it.
Stackhouse’s own travails — romantic and otherwise — will continue for at least four more books, the author says. The next adventure is due out in October, with Harris exploring some loose “threads” in Stackhouse’s life.
But that sense of small town and the details of Harris’ own life will continue to fill the pages of her novels.
“You’ve got to use everything you have,” she says.