I just finished reading
The Black Vampyre: A Legend of St. Domingo, an 1819 work by Uriah Derick D'Arcy, and even before I can get into a summary of the story or my thoughts on it, there are several notes which need to be made.
For one thing, "Uriah Derick D'Arcy" is a
nom de plume; the real identity of the author has never been confirmed (though several theories have been put forward, with varying degrees of likelihood). Similarly, the version I read was the 2020 edition, published by Gothic World Literature Editions, an imprint of Leamington Books. That's worth noting simply because this version of the story comes with a long foreword, a long section of notes after the fact, and even a full reprint of the book's Wikipedia page (which I'm not entirely sure is legal).
In fact, the use of Wikipedia is even more notable than this reprint; looking up references (such as the
Panic of 1819 and Lord Byron's
The Giaour) found in the foreword and the ending notes, I found several sentences which were near-exact reproductions of lines from those Wikipedia pages as well. Now, I didn't go back and check the versions of those pages from October 31, 2020 (when this book says it was published), so I can't conclusively say that what's here was copied from Wikipedia; for all I know, this book's writings were copied for those pages. But this book's openly copy-pasting the entirety of the page for the titular text makes me dubious.
Having said all of that, what's here is a tale of a young African who's brought to Haiti, where he's subsequently beaten to death by his owner, only to arise as a vampire and later take revenge upon his killer's family.
Or at least, that's the basic gist of the tale. The actual execution is a bit more circuitous, and even taking into account that vampires weren't the familiar concept that they are today (even considering that this story was written as a reaction to John Polidori's
The Vampyre), a lot of things here seem drawn out at best, and nonsensical at worst.
For instance, leaving aside that the titular vampire in question seems to have been some sort of unnatural being from the beginning (his owner having to go to extreme lengths to kill him), he apparently waits somewhere around a decade before coming back for revenge. Ostensibly this is because he's killed as a child, and—after killing his slayer's infant son—comes back only once he's grown up, but this establishes that vampires physicall age, a point contradicted later on when that same vampire notes that his kind are immortal (in terms of not growing old).
There's also the rather odd manner of his revenge, in that the person who killed him dies shortly thereafter, leaving behind a widow who remarries twice, only for both of
those husbands to die as well. Only then does the vampire reappear, seducing and vampirizing the widow, after which he brings all three of her husbands back to life as vampires, only to convince the second and third to fight a duel, which ends in a draw, and the vampire then kills them. He at that point reveals that his servant boy is in fact the widow's son (despite, when the child was "killed," there having been left a dessicated corpse in his cradle), and that he (the vampire) has forgiven his slayer and bids them adieau, wanting the now-vampirized family to go live in Europe in peace.
But wait, there's more! On the way to the coast, the family then stumbles across a cave where that same vampire is holding a secret meeting of vampires and slaves, plotting to overthrow the white colonists who rule Haiti. But the meeting is broken up by the soldiers who enforce the colonial rule, killing everyone, and the vampirized couple's son reveals that he's the one who tipped off the soldiers. He then pockets a vial with the cure for vampirism (which had been held by the titular vampire), and his family takes it, becoming human again and living happily ever after...except for the former-widow being revealed to be pregnant with the vampire's offspring.
Now, that's a fairly rough outline, but it doesn't actually stop there.
We
then get an afterword by the author (it's literally titled "Moral") wherein he rails against those who make a living off of the hard work of others, calling them all vampires. Clerks and bankers are denounced, as are "dandies" and those who "traffick in stock and merchandise," and this is where the people who added the contemporary foreword say that the story is anti-capitalist in nature. I'm less certain of that, however, because in this same section the author also rails against literary critics, forum orators, and "divines," labeling them all as vampires as well, as they make their living off of denouncing the hard labor of others.
Most notable, however, is how at the end of this "Moral," the author finally declares himself to be a vampire, apparently because his work has been "spun out of his own bowels." (Which is presumably a rather polite way of saying that his work is, ahem, excrement). It makes the entire diatribe seem ironic, rather than a serious takedown of a capitalist economy.
Even stranger, this afterword isn't the end, as there's a letter from the author to a pair of local publishers mocking their sensibilities, followed by a long poem about vampyrism.
While that's the end of the text, the publishers then include a response from those publishers, which makes jabs back at the author in an excellent representative showing of how flame wars predate the Internet by a very long time indeed.
Overall, this was a very strange bit of literary history. While one can absolutely take note that this is (as far as I know) the first tale of a black person being the vampire (move over,
Blacula), the story unto itself seems disjointed and meandering, even taking into account that literary standards were different two hundred years ago; while having notes and explanations does help smooth over some of the less-comprehensible patches, the entire thing still comes off as odd, though in that respect the questionable reliances on Wikipedia seem ironically appropriate, particularly given the original author's uncertain identity and shows of animosity toward his contemporaries.
As a historical artifact, this is absolutely worth reading, but I'm not sure I could recommend this to anyone looking for entertaining literature.