In these politically fraught times, I have a newfound appreciation for the honest evil of Bram Stoker’s Dracula. The monster is who he is—unlike his monstrous modern counterparts who disguise themselves with self-righteous facades, hypocritical faith, and bigoted, self-serving patriotism. Neo-Nazis by any other name, they, like the historical Nazis in F. Paul Wilson’s horror novel The Keep, somehow think they are worthy of sympathy and admiration. Yet, readers root for the story’s honestly evil vampire whose stronghold they have occupied and who vengefully picks off the Übermensch one by sorry one.

