Thursday, August 25, 2011

Book review: 'The Last Werewolf' by Glen Duncan

Supernatural thrills and social commentary collide in Duncan's dark and comic tale of a lone werewolf

If you've had your fill of dreamy teen vampires, then Glen Duncan's new novel, "The Last Werewolf," will give you a reason, in the immortal words of Ozzy Osbourne, to bark at the moon.

The serious literary crowd can't bring itself to take any of the genre stuff seriously: Tales of werewolves, vampires and other fantastic creatures are just too low-brow for them. (Time's better spent reading another novel of middle-class family dysfunction, I guess.) But Duncan's book offers those deeper, reflective surfaces that they might crave: No one broods on history and irony more than his narrator, Jacob Marlowe, even if his meditations get interrupted every 30 days or so by an absolute hunger for flesh.

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