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A review by anbar
The Last Werewolf by Glen Duncan
2.0
Good point: werewolves not as the cuddly, misunderstood creatures that have become the cliché of pretty much every horror creature in recent years, but as frankly acknowledged monsters who just get on with their monstrosity without too much fuss about it.
Bad points: some pretentiously long-winded prose ("I've been alive so long that I'm so smart that I must show it off with constant soliloquising"); which leads us to pompous the way the protagonist has of telling everyone's life story at a glance since he's been alive so long that everything is just reruns--fair enough to a point, except it's in such ridiculous detail (example: "All her parents' love and spoiling were there in her parted thighs' sly confidence."); which brings us to the excess of really just unpleasant sex (I get it, the Curse makes you super-horny, but we don't need to sit & watch you bang hookers in detail forever); and lots and lots of anuses (this guy goes on about anuses the way some guys go on about boobs).
The base concept could have been good--the interpretation of the monster for interest's sake, a couple of sneaky sub-plots for a bit of action--but was overshadowed by the onslaught of pomposity, unnecessary coarseness, and eventual bad romance (wherein they fall in lust at first sight and keep calling it love) that made everything that *should* have been the main points of focus incidental. I don't think I'll pick up the sequel.
Bad points: some pretentiously long-winded prose ("I've been alive so long that I'm so smart that I must show it off with constant soliloquising"); which leads us to pompous the way the protagonist has of telling everyone's life story at a glance since he's been alive so long that everything is just reruns--fair enough to a point, except it's in such ridiculous detail (example: "All her parents' love and spoiling were there in her parted thighs' sly confidence."); which brings us to the excess of really just unpleasant sex (I get it, the Curse makes you super-horny, but we don't need to sit & watch you bang hookers in detail forever); and lots and lots of anuses (this guy goes on about anuses the way some guys go on about boobs).
The base concept could have been good--the interpretation of the monster for interest's sake, a couple of sneaky sub-plots for a bit of action--but was overshadowed by the onslaught of pomposity, unnecessary coarseness, and eventual bad romance (wherein they fall in lust at first sight and keep calling it love) that made everything that *should* have been the main points of focus incidental. I don't think I'll pick up the sequel.