A frustrating book, this. It jumps straight into the action, it has some likeable characters, its pace is breathless and, occasionally, thrilling, and I gobbled it up in a few short reading sessions. So F Paul Wilson was doing something right. Unfortunately, for my taste, he was doing a helluva lot wrong too. The whole thing felt like a very lightweight read. It is a relatively short book - quite feasibly the start of a series or trilogy or whatever - which cries out to have been twice or thrice as long. In the hands of a Stephen King, this story would have been an epic. It would have taken its time to build up, to create its vision of a post-apocalyptic world overrun by vampires, to do more than merely sketch out its characters. And, above all, it would have been scary. Terrifying, even. But so many elements of Midnight Mass are really half-baked. In spite of some horrific violence in the book, I was left feeling completely short-changed when it came to the evil characters. The vampires themselves were largely toothless. Maybe that is a consequence of over-familiarity or even overkill - if vampires are as numerous as portrayed in the book, they lose a lot of the mystery, the feeling of the unknown, the uniqueness that marks out Bram Stoker's Dracula as - still - the finest example of the genre that I know. Having said that, Richard Matheson was able to create an incredibly oppressive and horrifying tale in I Am Legend even though that modern classic has a similar premise to Midnight Mass and is even shorter in length. But, again, Matheson's vision seemed very believable. Whereas Wilson's premise that the vampires easily rampaged through largely non-Christian areas of the world like China and India and the Middle East since those populations wouldn't have access to enough crucifixes or knowledge of vampire lore is ridiculous. As is the idea that, out of a world population of more than 6 billion, only a motley crew of decent, smalltown East Coasters have the wherewithal, the God-fearing resolve and heroism to properly resist the vampiric hordes.
F Paul Wilson is obviously a populist writer who, perhaps, has more in common with Dean Koontz than King. But, like Koontz, he seems overly concerned about thrills and spills and pace to particularly worry about creating interesting, multi-layered characters. There are too many stock types in this novel. And, in the case of the cowboys, they all seem to be denim-clad, Heavy Metal-loving, sexually voracious, murderous buffoons. That aspect of the novel really grates. And having Slipknot's Iowa, for instance, as the soundtrack to their violence is neither cutting-edge nor anything other than a monumental cliche!
And, really, the writing itself is really perfunctory. With nothing distinctive about it at all. So, the more I think of it, the more exasperated I become at the many inadequacies of this really insignificant contribution to the vampire genre. Hell, even the Twilight and Tru Blood series contain more invention and interest and gravitas than the barely acceptable quasi-screenplay that is Midnight Mass.