While I appreciate each attempt to keep me abreast of the opinions of fans of my doppelganger, I’m not concerned with said opinions, as they are entitled to them.
I will, because it is distressing to so many, address one point. The followers of the television series are, indeed, correct. Though I do not possess an ego, in the traditional sense of the word, I was entertained, and, in fact delighted the show was being created. Those who know me realize that attention was never something I shunned. My so-called crimes are art of the highest order and should be not only seen, but appreciated. I took great care to make each memorable. I, too, wish to be remembered. That would please me greatly. What does not please me is this version as it does not accurately represent me but is instead a wholly different character
I originally thought the choice of Mads Mikkelsen was exceptional. He has the correct degree of elegance, intelligence and, dare I say sex appeal, making him equal to the role. My mind was quickly changed. His interpretation is something to which I take umbrage. He claims I am Satan. How truly banal, as if only Satan is capable of this level of creative chaos? I am capable. My so-called crimes are inspired brilliance. They are both chaos and order. I am not evil. I Am. To fall back on Satan, as if the phrase, ‘the devil made me do it’ can explain my motivations is not only lame, it is lazy.
I am not Satan, Dexter, nor am I any of the other serial-killers-of-the-week. I am Count Hannibal Lecter VIII, descendant of Hannibal the Grim. My intellect and ego are such that I want my name to represent my true nature, not a common demon or Satan himself. I am a man, though not like any other. I have loved. I love. My crimes are not merely evil. My crimes are not only art and passion, but, too, a public service. I remove that which harms mankind or that which harms me or those whom I love.
To misrepresent my life and my past is the height of hubris. That I’ve been updated, made current, so to speak, is not only pandering, it is disrespect in the highest order. My life was and is perfect in every way. You cannot claim to update or improve upon someone’s very existence. If such changes are made, it is no longer that person but another entirely. I am wholly of my time. A person born of another generation and of different circumstances cannot claim to be me simply because he has been similarly trained, practices anthropophagy and has a penchant for the culinary arts- Lies, all.
My upset is not with any fans, but with those who should have stayed true. Those who should have protected and defended my good name- those entrusted with my keep. They profited greatly and continue to profit but fail to realize there are things in life that transcend financial gain: trust, integrity and faithfulness. They have none.
Hannibal Lecter, M.D