The Last Werewolf by Glen Duncan


Jun 14, 2011
Outside Magazine
The Last Werewolf by Glen Duncan

The Last Werewolf by Glen Duncan    Photo: Courtesy of Knopf

A literary vampire novel hasn’t been written since Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Werewolves, on the other paw, are retro-fresh, as Glen Duncan proves in The Last Werewolf (Knopf, $25). Jake Marlowe is a 200-year-old, Scotch-slurping, prostitute-humping part-time lupine in modern-day England who is, well, bored when he’s not wreaking havoc during the full moon. “Once a month I transformed into a monster,” he muses. “Fair enough. I killed and devoured humans, starting with my wife. Very well. But where did it all fit in?” This is the question that drives the narrative: Marlowe researches the origins of his species while trying to evade an occult-killing outfit called the Hunt. Things take a turn when Marlowe meets a she-wolf and he’s stalked by—trust me here—vampires that stink of entrails.

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