The Last Werewolf – Glen Duncan
I’ll be honest, I’m not really into werewolves and because of that, I’ve not ever really read any werewolf fiction. In fact, the only thing I’ve ever actually watched that focuses purely on werewolves is Teen Wolf (as in the Michael J Fox film where a charming and dorky teen suddenly gets more hirsute and then inexplicably popular, while his dad wonders around looking like a giant hamster, not the popular tv series – though both feature Stiles if Tumblr is to be believed.) which is why I think I’ve been more into vampires. They have a certain elegance about them. Anyway, long story short, I was invited to read this on netgalley months ago and had it hanging around on my kindle because, as I say, I’m not much of a dog person. Then of course, fantasy month rolled around in my Book Genre Challenge and suddenly, I have the perfect book to start me off.
Then she opened her mouth to scream—and recognized me. It was what I’d been waiting for. She froze. She looked into my eyes. She said, “It’s you.”
Meet Jake. A bit on the elderly side (he turns 201 in March), but you’d never suspect it. Nonstop sex and exercise will do that for you—and a diet with lots of animal protein. Jake is a werewolf, and after the unfortunate and violent death of his one contemporary, he is now the last of his species. Although he is physically healthy, Jake is deeply distraught and lonely.
Jake’s depression has carried him to the point where he is actually contemplating suicide—even if it means terminating a legend thousands of years old. It would seem to be easy enough for him to end everything. But for very different reasons there are two dangerous groups pursuing him who will stop at nothing to keep him alive.
Here is a powerful, definitive new version of the werewolf legend—mesmerising and incredibly sexy. In Jake, Glen Duncan has given us a werewolf for the twenty-first century—a man whose deeds can only be described as monstrous but who is in some magical way deeply human.
One of the most original, audacious, and terrifying novels in years
As you can gather from the blurb, Twilight this aint. In fact, Jake Marlowe is about as far from Jake Black as you can possibly get. Apart from, I guess, the fact that neither of them seem to think very much about women. Twilight was a horror fest mostly because of the writing and the fact that a teenage werewolf fell in love with a foetus, but the Last Werewolf is a proper horror story, it’s full of gore and blood and eviscerating people, so you know, if those things don’t float your boat, you should probably leave well alone. For those of you who are intrigued, stick around, trust me, this book is awesome.
Anyway, Jake is the last werewolf left on the planet (or is he…?) and he’s writing his memoirs of all the horrible things he ever did and he really doesn’t scrimp on details. There is blood, there is gore, there is sex, there is alcohol. A nice, fluffy read isn’t what you’re going to get with this. However, this is entertaining, it’s witty and even though Jake is the most anti hero to have ever anti hero’d, you sorta end up rooting for the guy. Kind of like soulless Sam.
It is a bit of a slow burner in terms of the lore etc, but it’s gripping and honestly, even I, who isn’t all that into werewolves, kind of loved it.
Like I said, if you’re squeamish and below the age of eighteen, you should probably avoid this, for those of you who don’t mind that sort of thing, go for it, you won’t regret it.
And now that I’ve finished this, I want to read everything that Glen Duncan has ever written, I need to find I, Lucifer, stat!