


I Am Legend, written by
Richard Matheson, was first published in 1954. With
three film adaptations of the book it was difficult delving into the novel without any pre-conceived notions of the character,
Robert Neville, and his story.
The Last Man on Earth, starring
Vincent Price, is one of my favorite movies, horror or otherwise and I found this movie in particular constantly coming to mind as I read the novel, even till the end as I approached the last few pages, I could not help but picture a world of black and white helmed by Mr. Price himself. Regardless of the effects the films had on me, the novel stood firmly on the ground with legs all its own, I could see why this short but masterful work of fiction has gone on to inspire three movies and countless writers and storytellers to this day. It inspired
George A. Romero to make his master piece,
Night of the Living Dead, another favorite of mine. An effect I think might have to do with Matheson’s vivid portrayal of a shattered man on the brink of madness, a man who hunted monsters, only to be viewed in the end as a monster himself, a legend. One thing that stuck out while reading the book were the
strong sexual overtones, an element never played up in the film adaptations, but certainly an essential element in the novel, probably a sign of the times, the fifties has gone down in history as being one of the most sexually repressed decades in America. Certainly the bloodthirsty ghouls which would attack his suburban fortress every night were inspired by how individuality was frowned upon, and still is, perhaps a satirical element in response to the birth of consumerism? I like to think so. If I had to choose a prevalent theme in the book, I would have to go with fear, and in Neville’s case, it comes full circle, or at least close to it. His fear of the ghouls causes him to act, to kill countless times, eventually doing so as a chore, so many times that the very creatures he once feared,
fear him. Do I have to say that I recommend this book? Cause if you couldn’t tell by my fancy-ass review, you
must be a lost cause.