People who manage the estates of deceased literary figures always seem to be dredging up some long-lost manuscript or other piece of ephemera, the better to keep the money flowing. I hope that no one decides to go through my reject pile after I’m gone, though I’m guessing my best work wouldn’t compare to a Pulitzer and Nobel-prize winning author’s worst. That’s right, the estate of William Faulkner has dug up an unproduced script for a movie. The kicker? One of the most esteemed authors of the 20th-century was hiding a vampire movie in the attic.

In the midst of all this, Faulkner apparently spun out a vampire saga set in an anonymous Eastern European location. Caplin plans to relocate the story to the Deep South and has a high-end computer-graphics firm on the hook to dress it up with modern effects.

I can understand the desire to take discarded or forgotten works and squeeze the last bit of life out of the estate, and in some ways I appreciate the look at an author’s rough drafts and neglected tales. But to take a critically-acclaimed author’s rediscovered work and spin it into another Venom is just beyond belief.

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