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The Last Werewolf / Bloodlines Trilogy #1
The Last Werewolf
Goodreads Choice Award
Nominee for Best Horror (2011)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.
Meet Jake. A bit on the elderly side (he turns 201 in March), but otherwise in the pink of health. The nonstop sex and exercise he's still getting probably contribute to that, as does his diet: unusual amounts of flesh and blood (at least some from friends and relatives). Jake, of course, is a werewolf, and with the death of his colleague he has now become the only one of his kind. This depresses Jake to the point that he's been contemplating suicide. Yet there are powerful forces who for very different reasons want - and have the power - to keep Jake alive.
Here is a powerful new version of the werewolf legend - mesmerizing and undeniably sexy, and with moments of violence so elegantly wrought they dazzle rather than repel. But perhaps its most remarkable achievement is to make the reader feel sympathy for a man who can only be described as a monster - and in doing so, remind us what it means to be human.
One of the most original, audacious, and terrifying novels in years.
Meet Jake. A bit on the elderly side (he turns 201 in March), but otherwise in the pink of health. The nonstop sex and exercise he's still getting probably contribute to that, as does his diet: unusual amounts of flesh and blood (at least some from friends and relatives). Jake, of course, is a werewolf, and with the death of his colleague he has now become the only one of his kind. This depresses Jake to the point that he's been contemplating suicide. Yet there are powerful forces who for very different reasons want - and have the power - to keep Jake alive.
Here is a powerful new version of the werewolf legend - mesmerizing and undeniably sexy, and with moments of violence so elegantly wrought they dazzle rather than repel. But perhaps its most remarkable achievement is to make the reader feel sympathy for a man who can only be described as a monster - and in doing so, remind us what it means to be human.
One of the most original, audacious, and terrifying novels in years.
346 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2011
About the author
Glen Duncan
30 books871 followersAka Saul Black.
Glen Duncan is a British author born in 1965 in Bolton, Lancashire, England to an Anglo-Indian family. He studied philosophy and literature at the universities of Lancaster and Exeter. In 1990 Duncan moved to London, where he worked as a bookseller for four years, writing in his spare time. In 1994 he visited India with his father (part roots odyssey, part research for a later work, The Bloodstone Papers) before continuing on to the United States, where he spent several months travelling the country by Amtrak train, writing much of what would become his first novel, Hope, published to critical acclaim on both sides of the Atlantic in 1997. Duncan lives in London. Recently, his 2002 novel I, Lucifer has had the film rights purchased, with actors such as Ewan Mcgregor, Jason Brescia, Jude Law, Vin Diesel, and Daniel Craig all being considered for roles in the forthcoming movie.
(from Wikipedia)
Glen Duncan is a British author born in 1965 in Bolton, Lancashire, England to an Anglo-Indian family. He studied philosophy and literature at the universities of Lancaster and Exeter. In 1990 Duncan moved to London, where he worked as a bookseller for four years, writing in his spare time. In 1994 he visited India with his father (part roots odyssey, part research for a later work, The Bloodstone Papers) before continuing on to the United States, where he spent several months travelling the country by Amtrak train, writing much of what would become his first novel, Hope, published to critical acclaim on both sides of the Atlantic in 1997. Duncan lives in London. Recently, his 2002 novel I, Lucifer has had the film rights purchased, with actors such as Ewan Mcgregor, Jason Brescia, Jude Law, Vin Diesel, and Daniel Craig all being considered for roles in the forthcoming movie.
(from Wikipedia)
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July 25, 2011
I looked through some of the reviews and had to chuckle at some of the exhuberantly negative reviews about this book. The theme being that Glen Duncan is a "pretentious asshole" and that he littered this book with "literary allusions" and "mucked" with the werewolf myth. I don't know if Glen Duncan is a pretentious asshole because I've never met him, but I will say he is intelligent. The literary world is brimming with prententious asshole's that write great books. I happened to like the literary allusions and I loved the fact that he "mucked" with the werewolf myth. I had read two paragraphs and knew I was going to like this book. I loved the writing style and the "prententious" mind behind the words. I'm not really sure if this book is prize worthy or going to be commercially successful, but it certainly was a fun, short read on a Sunday afternoon.
June 14, 2012
Glen Duncan + werewolves + ? = The Last Werewolf
Colson Whitehead + zombies + ? = Zone One
Justin Cronin + vampires + ? = The Passage
three individualistic, well-acclaimed and well-awarded but not exactly a household name literary wunderkinds decide to take a go at writing genre fiction. specifically Horror and three of its Big Bads. why did they do it? to reach a wider audience? to rake in the greenbacks? to see if their personal visions can somehow avoid degradation (or at least not be completely diluted) during larkish forays into the lucrative world of page-turning Scary Adventures? some mysterious combination of the above? who knows!
let's play a few rounds of Compare and Contrast...
I, Monster
Cronin's vampires are expertly realized: terrifyingly monstrous, completely hideous, totally devoid of charisma - and yet with certain of the central vampires, genuinely sympathetic in their wretched backstories. these monsters are a great antidote to current trends of sexy vampirism; their appalling malignance is downright scary. Whitehead's zombies are also reinventions; existing as un-living metaphors for the human condition and featuring a new addition to the zombie stable - the near-harmless sorta-zombified zombies called "stragglers". because these zombies are basically literary conceits used to give legs to the author's themes, i only experienced the slightest of shivers. mainly i was terrified by the potential of so much annoying existential ennui - i'd rather be dead! Duncan's title werewolf is actually a nicely develped manimal, a real human and a real monster, one who is capable of kindness & generosity, and who has also enacted the sickeningly monstrous. but let me just get a little assholish here and say that this monster is more pussy than wolf. a carefully three-dimensional pussy, but a pussy nevertheless. the predictably passive, futile reactions of our protagonist as he gets repeatedly beaten, tricked, abused, and generally fucked-over became almost hilarious in their pathetic constancy. Big Bad Wolf indeed! rather a fail in terms of scare.
"Literariness" and Stylistic Bravado
lauded genius Whitehead probably couldn't write a straightforward genre novel if his life depended on it. practically each sentence in Zone One is a frickin' work of art. this is prose at its most lusciously heady... i got so lost in all of the beautiful sentences that i continually forgot about being tense about any particular situation. i was surprised once by an attack, and that's all; otherwise i was just digging the gorgeous word scenery. great job, Whitehead, your Macarthur Genius Grant will not be rescinded! literary miniaturist Cronin's novel is also written with painterly flair, full of scenes that drip with startling imagery and moments full of lovely stillness, sinister quiet, chaotic beauty... swirling sandstorms containing terrible dangers and haunted road trips full of fear and loss, etc, etc. he also pulls off a startling transition through a bold narrative break; a challenge that many literary readers are probably well-equipped to deal with but a decision that drove many genre fans up the wall in irritation. of the three, maverick British writer Duncan probably does the most streamlining of his literary style to fit his novel within the modern genre novel's aesthetic. but he is still at heart a literary writer, and i think his cred probably remains intact... if only for the novel's primary bit of ongoing literariness: when near potential prey, our protagonist experiences that person's life in a kaleidoscopic montage of tender, even wistful defining moments. the results are some brilliantly meaningful and moving splashes of literary finesse that were awesome to read and reread.
Depth of Characterization
Cronin, you win. that's pretty much the sum of it. to use a predictable compliment: his characters live and breathe. phenomenal work. Duncan is not far behind. besides those brilliant flashes of lives mentioned above, the title character and a few key supporting characters are lovingly detailed, realistically quirky, and truly alive. as far as characterization is concerned, Whitehead is left far behind. his boring cipher of a protagonist seems more of a vehicle for the author's various critiques than an actual person - his flatness would be perfect for a Bret Easton Ellis novel (if Ellis had even half of Whitehead's poetic sensibilities). and so the result was that i rolled my eyes quite a bit at the predetermined lack of character resonance. i found little empathy for Zone One's characters; instead there was a lot of intellectual target practice. but is this even a critique? i guess it depends on the literary preference of the literary reader - the history of literature is full of amazing authors and provacative subgenres where the invitation to create empathetic and "human" characters is firmly declined. simply too bourgeois! so if that's your preferred cup of tea, then Whitehead is definitely serving your flavor.
Adult Themes
i found the themes in The Last Werewolf to be the most personally moving. aging, alienation from routine and perhaps life itself, the dangers of empathy and the pitfalls of love... wonderfully profound stuff and often deeply emotional. Duncan approaches his themes with warmth and vigor. Cronin's themes are also serious - as serious as his mysteries. and yet, because of those mysteries, The Passage's themes are in many ways entirely familiar to genre readers... what does the future hold for us... how does human nature survive transformation... how does a person cope with the horrible unknown... is there a greater meaning to it all? and back to Whitehead. Zone One is clearly intended to be a means for serious contemplation, i.e. it does not rollick and it does not roll (over). reader, you are meant to be provoked: in your understanding of life & death & death after life & death while living; in your experience of New York City; in Whitehead's detached and cynical presentation of humankind's apparently pitiful and meaningless essence. but there is a one-note quality to these themes, a kind of hollow and jaded sophistication that i found to be interesting, but also quite sour. i prefer Duncan's more robust and full-bodied vintage. compared to The Whitehead's chilly and somewhat lofty perspective, Duncan's concerns just felt more human. Cronin seems like a wise man that i'd trust with my children. Whitehead seems like he would be amusingly cerebral at a dinner party. i'd go on a road trip with Duncan - i bet we'd have a lot to talk about.
Writers and Storytellers
...or, Literary Skills versus Narrative Skills. Whitehead is a Writer with a capital W. A+ on the writing itself. but as far as storytelling is concerned... not so much. totally boring story; totally wondrous jewels of unique prose. Cronin's writing may not soar to Whitehead's heights, but it still glistens on the page. his storytelling is a win as well - The Passage is occasionally a challenge in its narrative structure, but first and foremost it is a thrilling page-turner. of the three, Duncan seems to have most clearly chosen the route of storyteller. despite the moody thoughtfulness of our hero's various ruminations, this is a novel that wants to quicken the pulse and heat the bloodstream; it wants the reader to think on things, of course, but it mainly wants you to quickly turn the pages, to rush forward, to delve deeper into the fascinating mysteries that have been carefully strung out before you. in that respect, it succeeds. i read this one straight through to the two-thirds mark by staying up all night, and the last third in one long afternoon. i will definitely recommend this one to literary and genre lovers alike. but it will be Zone One that i will be thinking & arguing about in the future and it will be The Passage that i will love as a favorite novel. The Last Werewolf is a bit less exalted: a smart, entertaining, and exceedingly well-written minor-league diversion.
Colson Whitehead + zombies + ? = Zone One
Justin Cronin + vampires + ? = The Passage
three individualistic, well-acclaimed and well-awarded but not exactly a household name literary wunderkinds decide to take a go at writing genre fiction. specifically Horror and three of its Big Bads. why did they do it? to reach a wider audience? to rake in the greenbacks? to see if their personal visions can somehow avoid degradation (or at least not be completely diluted) during larkish forays into the lucrative world of page-turning Scary Adventures? some mysterious combination of the above? who knows!
let's play a few rounds of Compare and Contrast...
I, Monster
Cronin's vampires are expertly realized: terrifyingly monstrous, completely hideous, totally devoid of charisma - and yet with certain of the central vampires, genuinely sympathetic in their wretched backstories. these monsters are a great antidote to current trends of sexy vampirism; their appalling malignance is downright scary. Whitehead's zombies are also reinventions; existing as un-living metaphors for the human condition and featuring a new addition to the zombie stable - the near-harmless sorta-zombified zombies called "stragglers". because these zombies are basically literary conceits used to give legs to the author's themes, i only experienced the slightest of shivers. mainly i was terrified by the potential of so much annoying existential ennui - i'd rather be dead! Duncan's title werewolf is actually a nicely develped manimal, a real human and a real monster, one who is capable of kindness & generosity, and who has also enacted the sickeningly monstrous. but let me just get a little assholish here and say that this monster is more pussy than wolf. a carefully three-dimensional pussy, but a pussy nevertheless. the predictably passive, futile reactions of our protagonist as he gets repeatedly beaten, tricked, abused, and generally fucked-over became almost hilarious in their pathetic constancy. Big Bad Wolf indeed! rather a fail in terms of scare.
"Literariness" and Stylistic Bravado
lauded genius Whitehead probably couldn't write a straightforward genre novel if his life depended on it. practically each sentence in Zone One is a frickin' work of art. this is prose at its most lusciously heady... i got so lost in all of the beautiful sentences that i continually forgot about being tense about any particular situation. i was surprised once by an attack, and that's all; otherwise i was just digging the gorgeous word scenery. great job, Whitehead, your Macarthur Genius Grant will not be rescinded! literary miniaturist Cronin's novel is also written with painterly flair, full of scenes that drip with startling imagery and moments full of lovely stillness, sinister quiet, chaotic beauty... swirling sandstorms containing terrible dangers and haunted road trips full of fear and loss, etc, etc. he also pulls off a startling transition through a bold narrative break; a challenge that many literary readers are probably well-equipped to deal with but a decision that drove many genre fans up the wall in irritation. of the three, maverick British writer Duncan probably does the most streamlining of his literary style to fit his novel within the modern genre novel's aesthetic. but he is still at heart a literary writer, and i think his cred probably remains intact... if only for the novel's primary bit of ongoing literariness: when near potential prey, our protagonist experiences that person's life in a kaleidoscopic montage of tender, even wistful defining moments. the results are some brilliantly meaningful and moving splashes of literary finesse that were awesome to read and reread.
Depth of Characterization
Cronin, you win. that's pretty much the sum of it. to use a predictable compliment: his characters live and breathe. phenomenal work. Duncan is not far behind. besides those brilliant flashes of lives mentioned above, the title character and a few key supporting characters are lovingly detailed, realistically quirky, and truly alive. as far as characterization is concerned, Whitehead is left far behind. his boring cipher of a protagonist seems more of a vehicle for the author's various critiques than an actual person - his flatness would be perfect for a Bret Easton Ellis novel (if Ellis had even half of Whitehead's poetic sensibilities). and so the result was that i rolled my eyes quite a bit at the predetermined lack of character resonance. i found little empathy for Zone One's characters; instead there was a lot of intellectual target practice. but is this even a critique? i guess it depends on the literary preference of the literary reader - the history of literature is full of amazing authors and provacative subgenres where the invitation to create empathetic and "human" characters is firmly declined. simply too bourgeois! so if that's your preferred cup of tea, then Whitehead is definitely serving your flavor.
Adult Themes
i found the themes in The Last Werewolf to be the most personally moving. aging, alienation from routine and perhaps life itself, the dangers of empathy and the pitfalls of love... wonderfully profound stuff and often deeply emotional. Duncan approaches his themes with warmth and vigor. Cronin's themes are also serious - as serious as his mysteries. and yet, because of those mysteries, The Passage's themes are in many ways entirely familiar to genre readers... what does the future hold for us... how does human nature survive transformation... how does a person cope with the horrible unknown... is there a greater meaning to it all? and back to Whitehead. Zone One is clearly intended to be a means for serious contemplation, i.e. it does not rollick and it does not roll (over). reader, you are meant to be provoked: in your understanding of life & death & death after life & death while living; in your experience of New York City; in Whitehead's detached and cynical presentation of humankind's apparently pitiful and meaningless essence. but there is a one-note quality to these themes, a kind of hollow and jaded sophistication that i found to be interesting, but also quite sour. i prefer Duncan's more robust and full-bodied vintage. compared to The Whitehead's chilly and somewhat lofty perspective, Duncan's concerns just felt more human. Cronin seems like a wise man that i'd trust with my children. Whitehead seems like he would be amusingly cerebral at a dinner party. i'd go on a road trip with Duncan - i bet we'd have a lot to talk about.
Writers and Storytellers
...or, Literary Skills versus Narrative Skills. Whitehead is a Writer with a capital W. A+ on the writing itself. but as far as storytelling is concerned... not so much. totally boring story; totally wondrous jewels of unique prose. Cronin's writing may not soar to Whitehead's heights, but it still glistens on the page. his storytelling is a win as well - The Passage is occasionally a challenge in its narrative structure, but first and foremost it is a thrilling page-turner. of the three, Duncan seems to have most clearly chosen the route of storyteller. despite the moody thoughtfulness of our hero's various ruminations, this is a novel that wants to quicken the pulse and heat the bloodstream; it wants the reader to think on things, of course, but it mainly wants you to quickly turn the pages, to rush forward, to delve deeper into the fascinating mysteries that have been carefully strung out before you. in that respect, it succeeds. i read this one straight through to the two-thirds mark by staying up all night, and the last third in one long afternoon. i will definitely recommend this one to literary and genre lovers alike. but it will be Zone One that i will be thinking & arguing about in the future and it will be The Passage that i will love as a favorite novel. The Last Werewolf is a bit less exalted: a smart, entertaining, and exceedingly well-written minor-league diversion.
July 28, 2011
There's a great scene in HIBAFN* where the protagonist's friend, an editorial assistant, pours vodka in her milkshake and blurts out that she can't tell the difference between good and bad books anymore. This really does happen, and The Last Werewolf is the proof. I think it's powerfully awful, yet the folks at Alfred A. Knopf clearly disagree, since they're publishing it with great fanfare. Don't be fooled by the enthusiastic NYT review, which was written by the author of last summer's leaden The Passage. I read 70 pages of this--more than the regulation number required in my publishing days--before giving up.
The problems I see are as follows:
- Bad writing. There are some good turns of phrase here, each outweighed by about four infelicities. To give one early example: "My bladder tingled as in the too fast pitch down from a Ferris wheel's summit." How fast do Ferris wheels move? Every one I've ever been on moved painfully slowly and had no effect on the viscera. But I'm not sure we're meant to picture this, rather, we should appreciate its picturesqueness and move on quickly.
- Lack of atmosphere. The author tries mightily to set a tone, but the narrator's wall of words prevented me from really entering any scene. What style there is seems poseurish and artificial, like a goth teenager postponing laundry day. Scotch and fancy hotels, I get it.
- Speaking of the protagonist's bladder, there is a lot of frank sex-and-entrails talk in this book. Don't expect to read it over lunch. And the sex scenes aren't much sexier than the entrail-snarfing ones. Maybe this would float someone else's boat, but if I'm going to read a book that I'm embarrassed for people to see over my shoulder on the subway, I'd like it to be actually hot.
- Dullness. After 70 pages, I really wasn't interested in the protagonist or his human protector (whose homosexuality provokes a tattoo of inane comments). In this attempt to create a literary work on the supernatural, the author (much like Justin Cronin) seems to have forgotten that the reason people read books on the supernatural is not because they like bad writing, but because they like engaging plots and characters. Neither this book nor The Passage succeeds in creating a literary work without throwing the good parts of tawdry paranormal fiction away with the bad.
I'm sure there will be plenty of readers who like this book, but I can't help but wonder if they're admiring its pretensions more than they're really enjoying it.
* Which is apparently my favorite book, since I'm unable to write about other books without referring to it.
The problems I see are as follows:
- Bad writing. There are some good turns of phrase here, each outweighed by about four infelicities. To give one early example: "My bladder tingled as in the too fast pitch down from a Ferris wheel's summit." How fast do Ferris wheels move? Every one I've ever been on moved painfully slowly and had no effect on the viscera. But I'm not sure we're meant to picture this, rather, we should appreciate its picturesqueness and move on quickly.
- Lack of atmosphere. The author tries mightily to set a tone, but the narrator's wall of words prevented me from really entering any scene. What style there is seems poseurish and artificial, like a goth teenager postponing laundry day. Scotch and fancy hotels, I get it.
- Speaking of the protagonist's bladder, there is a lot of frank sex-and-entrails talk in this book. Don't expect to read it over lunch. And the sex scenes aren't much sexier than the entrail-snarfing ones. Maybe this would float someone else's boat, but if I'm going to read a book that I'm embarrassed for people to see over my shoulder on the subway, I'd like it to be actually hot.
- Dullness. After 70 pages, I really wasn't interested in the protagonist or his human protector (whose homosexuality provokes a tattoo of inane comments). In this attempt to create a literary work on the supernatural, the author (much like Justin Cronin) seems to have forgotten that the reason people read books on the supernatural is not because they like bad writing, but because they like engaging plots and characters. Neither this book nor The Passage succeeds in creating a literary work without throwing the good parts of tawdry paranormal fiction away with the bad.
I'm sure there will be plenty of readers who like this book, but I can't help but wonder if they're admiring its pretensions more than they're really enjoying it.
* Which is apparently my favorite book, since I'm unable to write about other books without referring to it.
September 28, 2011
So this is a POLAR OPPOSITE of what I've been reading lately (lady smut) but REALLY REALLY good. If you've read the Joe Pitt vampire novels, or Sandman Slim, you'll be familiar with the tone of this gritty, fatalistic and very sex/violence-ridden take on werewolf mythology.
Basically this is the story of the last werewolf, his past, present and, I suppose, lack of a future. Mysterious twists, hunters, vampires, it has everything in a noire-type gritty world.
What I particularly liked was the slow-burn world-building that the author has the balls to go with. You don't know everything about the world up front in a vomit of exposition, he pieces it out in a really interesting way that sucks you in, so that each new introduction of lore seems like you might have KNOW it already! Very brave.
LOTS of sex and violence (sometimes combined), so not for the squeamish, but if you're into something totally different from the paranormal world, you will enjoy this.
Basically this is the story of the last werewolf, his past, present and, I suppose, lack of a future. Mysterious twists, hunters, vampires, it has everything in a noire-type gritty world.
What I particularly liked was the slow-burn world-building that the author has the balls to go with. You don't know everything about the world up front in a vomit of exposition, he pieces it out in a really interesting way that sucks you in, so that each new introduction of lore seems like you might have KNOW it already! Very brave.
LOTS of sex and violence (sometimes combined), so not for the squeamish, but if you're into something totally different from the paranormal world, you will enjoy this.
May 9, 2014
DNF at 68%
Just when you think you've hit the bottom of the crappy writing trough, the god of purple prose and shitty metaphors comes along and dumps a new bucket of slop on your face. Sort of like this sentence actually.
This book is what happens when someone pays a little too much attention in their Creative Writing 101 class. It has themes! It has underlying parallels! It has literary devices! The whole fucking package! Another book I read, The Troop, falls in the same trap, but whereas The Troop's plot eventually saved it, The Last Werewolf has absolutely no redeeming qualities.
The writing tries so hard to sound deep and literary that it completely neglects the main purpose—tell the fucking story. I don't give a crap if you swallowed a Thesaurus or about the offspring of your English degree. I read to be entertained, not to marvel over how clever the author is.
But a couple of the metaphors were pretty entertaining:
"I could have broken stone with the erections I had."
"Her scent was a ring through my bull's nose."
This book even has the audacity to copy Jane Eyre's iconic line "Reader, I married him.":
"Reader, I ate him."
You do not fuck around with classics, pal. I'm not a huge fan of Janie, but even I know that golden rule. Unless you think you're hot shit (which you aren't), you leave the Bronte sisters be.
The plot takes ages to kick in. The blurb attempts to tell me that this is a beautiful tale of a man coming to terms with his own monstrosity and struggling to remain human through it all.
Haha. No.
Until the 30% mark, I was subjected to pages and pages of the MC, Jake (so this is to appeal to the Team Jacob Twilight moms?), whining and fucking, and whining and fucking, and whining and fucking. He killed/ate his wife before because he gets super horny as a werewolf so now he only screws prostitutes.
Yeah, I don't get it either.
There are so many sexual references inside. Yes, I get it, sex symbolizes eating, Red Riding Hood is about sexual devouring and yadda, yadda, yadda. But the way it's written makes it really disgusting. He has all kinds of kinky Christian-Grey-sex with whores. He uses the words "cunt" and "anus" frequently. The crowning jewel is the scene where his love interest (I'll get to her later) is driving and telling Jake that she killed people in the past. Jake is apparently so turned on by this that he begins finger-fucking her:
"I tasted it," she continued calmly. "All of it. His youth and his shock and his desperation and and his horror. And from the first taste I knew I wasn't going to stop until I had it all. The whole person, the whole fucking feast."
She moved her hips gently in response to my stroking. The argument with herself about what she was, what she was willing to be, was effectively over. Her bigger self had gone onahead and accepted it. these were residual emotional obligations.
"Then afterwards," she said, lifting slightly as my finger slipped into her anus. "The big talk, the promises to myself I wasn't ever going to do it again."
I'm so glad we had this talk on morals over a round of sticky fingers.
Look, I'm not against disturbing sex scenes. There are loads in Nenia Campbell's Terrorscape. They freaked me out, yes, but I wasn't grossed out. There's a very fine line between the two.
Despicable characters are cool too. Heaven knows Amy and Nick from Gone Girl are horrible human beings, but I can still relate to them on a certain level. Ditto for Humbert in Lolita. It's all about that spark of connection and I don't feel anything for Jake. Oh, I feel something. But it's more along the lines of this:
To top off this fuckfest, there is also insta-love. Jake is supposedly the last werewolf on earth, but by miracles of miracles, he smells another werewolf at a place he's staying at.
And it's a girl!
Praise Jebus, my race now has a chance for survival! And because she's a werewolf, I won't accidentally fuck her to death! This means we have to love each other!
Spare me.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but you might be better off with Shiver if you're in the mood for a werewolf book. And I fucking hate that book.
I hate this more though.
An e-copy was provided by Netgalley.
Just when you think you've hit the bottom of the crappy writing trough, the god of purple prose and shitty metaphors comes along and dumps a new bucket of slop on your face. Sort of like this sentence actually.
This book is what happens when someone pays a little too much attention in their Creative Writing 101 class. It has themes! It has underlying parallels! It has literary devices! The whole fucking package! Another book I read, The Troop, falls in the same trap, but whereas The Troop's plot eventually saved it, The Last Werewolf has absolutely no redeeming qualities.
The writing tries so hard to sound deep and literary that it completely neglects the main purpose—tell the fucking story. I don't give a crap if you swallowed a Thesaurus or about the offspring of your English degree. I read to be entertained, not to marvel over how clever the author is.
But a couple of the metaphors were pretty entertaining:
"I could have broken stone with the erections I had."
"Her scent was a ring through my bull's nose."
This book even has the audacity to copy Jane Eyre's iconic line "Reader, I married him.":
"Reader, I ate him."
You do not fuck around with classics, pal. I'm not a huge fan of Janie, but even I know that golden rule. Unless you think you're hot shit (which you aren't), you leave the Bronte sisters be.
The plot takes ages to kick in. The blurb attempts to tell me that this is a beautiful tale of a man coming to terms with his own monstrosity and struggling to remain human through it all.
Haha. No.
Until the 30% mark, I was subjected to pages and pages of the MC, Jake (so this is to appeal to the Team Jacob Twilight moms?), whining and fucking, and whining and fucking, and whining and fucking. He killed/ate his wife before because he gets super horny as a werewolf so now he only screws prostitutes.
Yeah, I don't get it either.
There are so many sexual references inside. Yes, I get it, sex symbolizes eating, Red Riding Hood is about sexual devouring and yadda, yadda, yadda. But the way it's written makes it really disgusting. He has all kinds of kinky Christian-Grey-sex with whores. He uses the words "cunt" and "anus" frequently. The crowning jewel is the scene where his love interest (I'll get to her later) is driving and telling Jake that she killed people in the past. Jake is apparently so turned on by this that he begins finger-fucking her:
"I tasted it," she continued calmly. "All of it. His youth and his shock and his desperation and and his horror. And from the first taste I knew I wasn't going to stop until I had it all. The whole person, the whole fucking feast."
She moved her hips gently in response to my stroking. The argument with herself about what she was, what she was willing to be, was effectively over. Her bigger self had gone onahead and accepted it. these were residual emotional obligations.
"Then afterwards," she said, lifting slightly as my finger slipped into her anus. "The big talk, the promises to myself I wasn't ever going to do it again."
I'm so glad we had this talk on morals over a round of sticky fingers.
Look, I'm not against disturbing sex scenes. There are loads in Nenia Campbell's Terrorscape. They freaked me out, yes, but I wasn't grossed out. There's a very fine line between the two.
Despicable characters are cool too. Heaven knows Amy and Nick from Gone Girl are horrible human beings, but I can still relate to them on a certain level. Ditto for Humbert in Lolita. It's all about that spark of connection and I don't feel anything for Jake. Oh, I feel something. But it's more along the lines of this:
To top off this fuckfest, there is also insta-love. Jake is supposedly the last werewolf on earth, but by miracles of miracles, he smells another werewolf at a place he's staying at.
And it's a girl!
Praise Jebus, my race now has a chance for survival! And because she's a werewolf, I won't accidentally fuck her to death! This means we have to love each other!
Spare me.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but you might be better off with Shiver if you're in the mood for a werewolf book. And I fucking hate that book.
I hate this more though.
An e-copy was provided by Netgalley.
November 17, 2017
Inventive, sly, satirical, allusive, and wickedly intelligent, this novel carried me through by its sheer bravado of language. It's self-conscious and even full of itself, yet in the most wonderful way, full of sentences like: "I sipped, swallowed, glimpsed the peat bog plashing white legs of the kilted clan Macallan as the whiskey kindled in my chest." Hot damn, this guy can write! Oh, and it's a terrific and hilarious take on the werewolf legend too.
March 12, 2020
Transitions quite deftly from "Interview with the Vampire" confessional Gothic heights to inane "Twilight" lows. What I thought would rationally belong next to Charlane Harris's phantasmagorically-wacky tomes on the bookshelf is actually trash. I really won't be picking up "I, Lucifer" (although the title is enticing) after all.
Duncan has a hard time at trying to make something so ancient and so inherently cliche new and fresh again. The struggle is not present in, say, Clive Barker, another British King of Scream. Duncan almost makes me wish I were reading "Mister B. Gone," the least awesome of the Barker novels, all over again. At least there is some vision, at least there is a twisting of elements to be found there. Here, it's all insipid uninspired prose and dull characters. It's truly all about a bored two-century old monster acting hipster who, gasp, finds love. When will we ever get the novelistic equivalent to "An American Werewolf in London" huh? Because werewolves have it so much worse than vampires, it is safe to say NEVER.
P.S. Shame on you Scott Smith! Recommending this book wholeheartedly to your readership is not your cup-o-tea... Also: just give us the follow-up to "The Ruins" already...!
Duncan has a hard time at trying to make something so ancient and so inherently cliche new and fresh again. The struggle is not present in, say, Clive Barker, another British King of Scream. Duncan almost makes me wish I were reading "Mister B. Gone," the least awesome of the Barker novels, all over again. At least there is some vision, at least there is a twisting of elements to be found there. Here, it's all insipid uninspired prose and dull characters. It's truly all about a bored two-century old monster acting hipster who, gasp, finds love. When will we ever get the novelistic equivalent to "An American Werewolf in London" huh? Because werewolves have it so much worse than vampires, it is safe to say NEVER.
P.S. Shame on you Scott Smith! Recommending this book wholeheartedly to your readership is not your cup-o-tea... Also: just give us the follow-up to "The Ruins" already...!
May 10, 2011
I can't wait for people to read this. Glen's about as smart as writers come (see A Day and a Night and a Day, Death of an Ordinary Man, or I, Lucifer) so leave it to him to take the werewolf genre and blow it wide open with a story that's razor-sharp smart, funny, sex-fueled, and not to mention engineered with the pace of a thriller. It's a thinking adult's werewolf novel.
One of my favorite passages is a conversation between Jake, our more-than-reluctant werewolf, and Jacqueline Delon, the mysterious French woman who (I’ll only say this much) may or may not have his best interests in mind:
“Werewolves are not a subject for academe,” she said, “but you know what the professors would be saying if they were. ‘Monsters die out when the collective imagination no longer needs them. Species death like this is nothing more than a shift in the aggregate psychic agenda. In ages past the beast in man was hidden in the dark, disavowed. The transparency of modern history makes that impossible: we’ve seen ourselves in the concentration camps, the gulags, the jungles, the killing fields, we’ve read ourselves in the annals of True Crime. Technology turned up the lights and now there’s no getting away from the fact: the beast is redundant. It’s been us all along.’ ”
“Yes,” I said. “I keep telling myself I’m just an outmoded idea. But you know, you find yourself ripping a child open and swallowing its heart, it’s tough not to be overwhelmed by . . . the concrete reality of yourself.”
And there’s the kicker, the reality of Jake's self thrown up against what he calls The Curse. Fated to live hundreds of years, subjected to the torturous regularity of the lunar cycle, he just wants to end his life on his own terms. But The Last Werewolf has other plans in store, and they are thrilling.
One of my favorite passages is a conversation between Jake, our more-than-reluctant werewolf, and Jacqueline Delon, the mysterious French woman who (I’ll only say this much) may or may not have his best interests in mind:
“Werewolves are not a subject for academe,” she said, “but you know what the professors would be saying if they were. ‘Monsters die out when the collective imagination no longer needs them. Species death like this is nothing more than a shift in the aggregate psychic agenda. In ages past the beast in man was hidden in the dark, disavowed. The transparency of modern history makes that impossible: we’ve seen ourselves in the concentration camps, the gulags, the jungles, the killing fields, we’ve read ourselves in the annals of True Crime. Technology turned up the lights and now there’s no getting away from the fact: the beast is redundant. It’s been us all along.’ ”
“Yes,” I said. “I keep telling myself I’m just an outmoded idea. But you know, you find yourself ripping a child open and swallowing its heart, it’s tough not to be overwhelmed by . . . the concrete reality of yourself.”
And there’s the kicker, the reality of Jake's self thrown up against what he calls The Curse. Fated to live hundreds of years, subjected to the torturous regularity of the lunar cycle, he just wants to end his life on his own terms. But The Last Werewolf has other plans in store, and they are thrilling.
May 3, 2015
4.5
Up until now, I avoided books about werewolves, because I read a few a while back, and wasn't quite impressed by them. I also found werewolves to be boring creatures for some reasons. But that wasn't the case with this one. I really liked how werewolves were portrayed, like monsters who only think and care about killing people and sex (and there is nothing boring about that).
But with that being said, this book isn't for everybody. There's a lot of detailed violence and a lot of sex in it, so if you're not into that, I suggest you avoid it. But if you're like me, and enjoy reading books with fucked up character, give it a chance.
Up until now, I avoided books about werewolves, because I read a few a while back, and wasn't quite impressed by them. I also found werewolves to be boring creatures for some reasons. But that wasn't the case with this one. I really liked how werewolves were portrayed, like monsters who only think and care about killing people and sex (and there is nothing boring about that).
But with that being said, this book isn't for everybody. There's a lot of detailed violence and a lot of sex in it, so if you're not into that, I suggest you avoid it. But if you're like me, and enjoy reading books with fucked up character, give it a chance.
December 5, 2022
Este libro es bastante pedante y vulgar; aunque quizás pedante no sea la palabra, pero no me viene otra a la mente.
La trama es pobre, pero podría pasar si no fuera porque gran parte del libro es aburrido, es que ¡no pasa nada! Si hubiese sido algo más divertido, con más acción, con diálogos buenos, personajes memorables... Pero no, no esperéis nada de eso.
Lo "mejor" llega al final, porque tenemos algo más de acción, un pequeño "giro", alguna muerte "sorpresa", etc. Pero ni con esas se salva.
El tema de los hombreslobo no se explica, supongo que habrá que leer los próximos libros (¡Ja! No ocurrirá en esta vida, ni en ninguna otra si la hay).
Tampoco se desarrolla bien el tema del odio que se tienen con los vampiros. El tema de los vampiros hubiese estado bien que se tratara más, porque era algo interesante, pero se queda en nada.
La historia de amor no me ha gustado, supongo que porque ni él ni ella me han caído demasiado bien.
Hay cosas que pasan un poco porque sí, sin explicación.
Los personajes son planos. No vemos desarrollo alguno en ninguno, y además a la mayoría te dan ganas de darles un par de tortazos, por pesados, vulgares, cansinos (que entra dentro de pesados, sí, lo se, pero es que lo son y mucho), deprimentes por ninguna razón, aburridos, etc.
Eso sí, tengo que admitir que la figura tanto del hombrelobo como la de los vampiros (lo poco que se sabe de ellos) son las clásicas. Son brutales, agresivos, violentos, en donde la sangre, vísceras, carne, etc. están presente.
Al menos un punto a su favor.
El estilo del autor no me ha terminado de gustar. No es que sea malo, es que parece un poco pedante, sobre todo al principio. Tendría que leer algo más escrito por él para juzgarlo mejor, pero no creo que pase después de leer este libro (no quedan ganas).
He pensado durante la lectura en recopilar frases ridículas y vulgares que no vienen a nada, salvo que el autor quiera escandalizar a los lectores (cosa que a estas alturas de la vida no consigue). Pero luego lo he pensado mejor y... ¡para qué!
Nada recomendable. No perdáis tiempo con este libro habiendo tantos por leer.
La trama es pobre, pero podría pasar si no fuera porque gran parte del libro es aburrido, es que ¡no pasa nada! Si hubiese sido algo más divertido, con más acción, con diálogos buenos, personajes memorables... Pero no, no esperéis nada de eso.
Lo "mejor" llega al final, porque tenemos algo más de acción, un pequeño "giro", alguna muerte "sorpresa", etc. Pero ni con esas se salva.
El tema de los hombreslobo no se explica, supongo que habrá que leer los próximos libros (¡Ja! No ocurrirá en esta vida, ni en ninguna otra si la hay).
Tampoco se desarrolla bien el tema del odio que se tienen con los vampiros. El tema de los vampiros hubiese estado bien que se tratara más, porque era algo interesante, pero se queda en nada.
La historia de amor no me ha gustado, supongo que porque ni él ni ella me han caído demasiado bien.
Hay cosas que pasan un poco porque sí, sin explicación.
Los personajes son planos. No vemos desarrollo alguno en ninguno, y además a la mayoría te dan ganas de darles un par de tortazos, por pesados, vulgares, cansinos (que entra dentro de pesados, sí, lo se, pero es que lo son y mucho), deprimentes por ninguna razón, aburridos, etc.
Eso sí, tengo que admitir que la figura tanto del hombrelobo como la de los vampiros (lo poco que se sabe de ellos) son las clásicas. Son brutales, agresivos, violentos, en donde la sangre, vísceras, carne, etc. están presente.
Al menos un punto a su favor.
El estilo del autor no me ha terminado de gustar. No es que sea malo, es que parece un poco pedante, sobre todo al principio. Tendría que leer algo más escrito por él para juzgarlo mejor, pero no creo que pase después de leer este libro (no quedan ganas).
He pensado durante la lectura en recopilar frases ridículas y vulgares que no vienen a nada, salvo que el autor quiera escandalizar a los lectores (cosa que a estas alturas de la vida no consigue). Pero luego lo he pensado mejor y... ¡para qué!
Nada recomendable. No perdáis tiempo con este libro habiendo tantos por leer.
February 1, 2013
I have decided my biggest pet peeve with most lycanthrope stories is the annoying pack politics that seem to take place in every werewolf saga. There’s the ‘I love you, Bro’ romance between the he-wolves, the overbearing wolf mafia that bosses everybody around in a nauseating oppressive way, and the average, unremarkable Alpha that I can never figure out why everybody follows, except that the author says that he’s the big dog.
Consequently, The Last Werewolf is wonderfully refreshing. With there being only one werewolf left, there is no annoying pack! Yay! For that alone, I gave an extra star.
But that’s not the only thing this book has in its favor! It’s kind of bloody and gritty. There’s an element of horror to it. Werewolves are serial killers eating people once a month when the moon is full, and Duncan doesn’t gloss over that by having them chase a deer. He makes the change a true curse. The protagonist is horrified by the people he’s eaten, but his wolf side loves it, which makes him fittingly ambivalent.
There is one scene in the book about Jake’s first kill which is truly horrific. I haven’t read anything so powerful, ghoulish and gristly in a long time, and after reading it I was out of breath.
Yet while this book has some scenes of horror, it’s not quite a horror book. Jake is too yakky and careless, spouting philosophical insights. I’m amazed at how many times he’s gets beat up and taken prisoner. He’s certainly not the elusive killer that nobody can seem to track.
In fact, what I disliked about this book is Glen Duncan’s talky style. Jake is so gabby in his narrative, digressing continuously about movies, society and pop culture. This happens even during action scenes. This gives the impression of a talkative werewolf who has downed twelve cups of coffee and won’t let you get a word in edgewise. The poor reader is a captive audience. I wanted him to shut up, slow down, and get to the point! Especially toward the end of the book during the action packed finale. All this side talk pulled me away from the action and muted the emotions. There are some tragic scenes in this book, but I’m not sure I felt the full brunt of what had happened. It’s hard to feel Jake’s loss when he’s comparing it to a scene in a movie. Yet maybe that’s a good thing. This book might be really hard to read if you felt the full tragedy.
What I loved about the book was the connection between the werewolves. Of course, Jake isn’t the last one. How can he be? And I loved that he wasn’t. There has to be a crazy quilt to the world where nothing is absolute. When these characters are in wolf form, there is a deep connection that exists without words. It made me think back to my favorite line from the movie Wolfen. “In their world there can be no lies no crimes, no need for detectives.” Duncan captured that -- this ‘knowing’ and ‘other’ world. He also captured the jaded and cynical view of someone who has been alive too long. Bravo!
All in all, The Last Werewolf is one of the best werewolf books I’ve read. It’s not my dream werewolf book (which probably will never exist) but I enjoyed it quite a bit. I’m giving it four stars! A word of warning, there is some raunchy sex in this, which is about as subtle as a dog shoving his nose up your crotch. But what do you expect from werewolves? LOL
Consequently, The Last Werewolf is wonderfully refreshing. With there being only one werewolf left, there is no annoying pack! Yay! For that alone, I gave an extra star.
But that’s not the only thing this book has in its favor! It’s kind of bloody and gritty. There’s an element of horror to it. Werewolves are serial killers eating people once a month when the moon is full, and Duncan doesn’t gloss over that by having them chase a deer. He makes the change a true curse. The protagonist is horrified by the people he’s eaten, but his wolf side loves it, which makes him fittingly ambivalent.
There is one scene in the book about Jake’s first kill which is truly horrific. I haven’t read anything so powerful, ghoulish and gristly in a long time, and after reading it I was out of breath.
Yet while this book has some scenes of horror, it’s not quite a horror book. Jake is too yakky and careless, spouting philosophical insights. I’m amazed at how many times he’s gets beat up and taken prisoner. He’s certainly not the elusive killer that nobody can seem to track.
In fact, what I disliked about this book is Glen Duncan’s talky style. Jake is so gabby in his narrative, digressing continuously about movies, society and pop culture. This happens even during action scenes. This gives the impression of a talkative werewolf who has downed twelve cups of coffee and won’t let you get a word in edgewise. The poor reader is a captive audience. I wanted him to shut up, slow down, and get to the point! Especially toward the end of the book during the action packed finale. All this side talk pulled me away from the action and muted the emotions. There are some tragic scenes in this book, but I’m not sure I felt the full brunt of what had happened. It’s hard to feel Jake’s loss when he’s comparing it to a scene in a movie. Yet maybe that’s a good thing. This book might be really hard to read if you felt the full tragedy.
What I loved about the book was the connection between the werewolves. Of course, Jake isn’t the last one. How can he be? And I loved that he wasn’t. There has to be a crazy quilt to the world where nothing is absolute. When these characters are in wolf form, there is a deep connection that exists without words. It made me think back to my favorite line from the movie Wolfen. “In their world there can be no lies no crimes, no need for detectives.” Duncan captured that -- this ‘knowing’ and ‘other’ world. He also captured the jaded and cynical view of someone who has been alive too long. Bravo!
All in all, The Last Werewolf is one of the best werewolf books I’ve read. It’s not my dream werewolf book (which probably will never exist) but I enjoyed it quite a bit. I’m giving it four stars! A word of warning, there is some raunchy sex in this, which is about as subtle as a dog shoving his nose up your crotch. But what do you expect from werewolves? LOL
July 4, 2016
Moram priznati da sam imala daleko veća očekivanja kad sam krenula sa čitanjem Dankanovog Poslednjeg vukodlaka.
Pre svega, da napomenem da pre čitanja ovog romana, nisam bila u prilici da čitam knjige koje se bave tematikom likantropije, kao i da nisam preterani ljubitelj paranormalnih romansi koje su danas popularne, i u kojima su često glavni junaci upravo vukodlaci i slična stvorenja.
Stoga odmah upozorenje svima koji očekuju neku romantičnu priču o napaćenoj duši, zarobljenoj u telu vukodlaka, koja se bori za svoje mesto pod suncem, sreće ljubav svog života i u kojoj prava ljubav pobedjuje, a pritom je dobar frajer za kojim sve žene otkidaju - OVO NIJE KNJIGA ZA VAS!
Džejkob Marlou jeste napaćena duša zarobljena u telu vukodlaka koja se bori da preživi, ali kod njega nema ničeg romantičnog; Dankan se opredelio da vukodlake prikaže kao krvoločna čudovišta koja se instiktivno bore da prežive i zbog toga usput osećaju krivicu, ali ih to ne sprečava da se hrane.
Dobre strane ove fikcije su definitivno sirovost koja dominira kako u načinu izražavanja tako i u prikazivanju većine ključnih scena - nemojte misliti da sam neka krvožedna osoba, ali moja slika vukodlaka se uglavnom podudara sa piščevom. Jako dobro su opisane scene pretvaranja u vukodlaka, scene hranjenja, kao i priča o paralelnom svetu u kome egzistiraju vampiri, vukodlaci i organizacija koja na sve njih motri. Posebno su mi se dopala razmišljanja glavnog junaka - jako je zanimljivo pratiti mnoštvo egzistencijalnih pitanja koja se motaju po glavi jednog vukodlaka.
Medjutim, razlog zbog kojeg dajem navedenu ocenu je taj što me i pored svega toga likovi jednostavno nisu "kupili". Nekako sam bila ravnodušna u pogledu njihove sudbine, bilo mi je potpuno svejedno kako će se sve okončati.
A da, čisto onako uz put - vukodlaci su jako seksualna stvorenja, što autor ne propušta da nam naglasi na svakih pa....5-6 strana.
Zaključak: preporuka svim ljubiteljima fantastike da pročitaju ovu knjigu svakako stoji, uz ogradu da ne ocekuju previše.
January 23, 2012
This book almost ended up on my did not finish pile. It wasn't the sex, violence or crude language that I objected to, it was the horribly pretentious writing style (it's honestly as if the author is jabbing you with a pointy stick every few paragraphs just to remind you how terribly Literary this all is, but you do get a bit used to it once you get going). I also managed to make it through the entire book without actually developing any interest in how it was going to work out for any of the main characters. That's never a good sign, I'm one of those stay up until 4am to finish things readers and this had me putting the book down quite often in the last half.
I did finish it though so it obviously wasn't all bad. It is an interesting take on werewolves and the basic plot had a lot of potential. I could see it becoming a decent movie if it gets boiled down to what actually happens and you don't have to spend so much time in the protagonists head listening to him jabber on about how little anything matters.
I did finish it though so it obviously wasn't all bad. It is an interesting take on werewolves and the basic plot had a lot of potential. I could see it becoming a decent movie if it gets boiled down to what actually happens and you don't have to spend so much time in the protagonists head listening to him jabber on about how little anything matters.
November 22, 2011
Glen Duncan studied literature and philosophy in school, and it really shows in this book. If you enjoy heavy doses of erudition with your werewolves, then you're probably gonna love this. But if you're just looking for a popcorn read, look somewhere else. This is NOT your momma's werewolf story.
Duncan writes some wonderfully heavy, atmospheric prose in this book, with a lot of thought behind it. This isn't really a horror story at all. It's more of a philosophical treatise with werewolves. Sure, gory and horrifying things happen, but the real point of the story is to explore the philosophical puzzles inherent in monstrosity. Sure, others have done it before -- and now here's Duncan's take on the question. Post modern? Post-post modern? I don't know enough of the terms to apply one properly. However you label it, though, Duncan knows what he's doing. This is monstrosity for today's world -- the world not only post-Hitler, but post-9/11 and post-Abu Ghraib as well. Duncan recognizes that we are all monstrous in our own ways, and that we go so far as to enjoy our own monstrosity whether we admit that to ourselves or not. If/when we do admit to it, what do we do about it? Can we live with ourselves? Is it possible that monstrosity is even in some way essential?
I can't imagine why I've never heard of Duncan before -- I've really gotta check out more of his books. And I've gotta read this one again.
Duncan writes some wonderfully heavy, atmospheric prose in this book, with a lot of thought behind it. This isn't really a horror story at all. It's more of a philosophical treatise with werewolves. Sure, gory and horrifying things happen, but the real point of the story is to explore the philosophical puzzles inherent in monstrosity. Sure, others have done it before -- and now here's Duncan's take on the question. Post modern? Post-post modern? I don't know enough of the terms to apply one properly. However you label it, though, Duncan knows what he's doing. This is monstrosity for today's world -- the world not only post-Hitler, but post-9/11 and post-Abu Ghraib as well. Duncan recognizes that we are all monstrous in our own ways, and that we go so far as to enjoy our own monstrosity whether we admit that to ourselves or not. If/when we do admit to it, what do we do about it? Can we live with ourselves? Is it possible that monstrosity is even in some way essential?
I can't imagine why I've never heard of Duncan before -- I've really gotta check out more of his books. And I've gotta read this one again.
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March 8, 2024"Reader, I ate him."
Simple. Disturbing. Intriguing.
One of the best lines of contemporary horror/paranormal I have read.
James Marlowe has been around for centuries and quite honestly, he's getting tired of it all. His wish for being the last werewolf forever without a legacy may come true with his head as a bounty. Now he has to save others to be saved, determine why life is worth living, and question everything he has come to believe in his long existence.
Marlowe will be the most sophisticated and complex werewolf you have ever met.
Reader, I savored him. -Sara S.
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Jacob Marlowe wants to know where he came from.
Is life worth living without love?
Should I feel remorse, if I had no choice?
Where have all the “she” werewolves gone?
What???
Questions most of us would ask, but Jake Marlowe, the last werewolf, asks them all.
Author Glen Duncan has crafted an intelligent, thrilling, un-put-down-able, tale with a smart, sexy, 21st century “everyman, " Jake Marlowe monster most human!
-Amy O.-
Simple. Disturbing. Intriguing.
One of the best lines of contemporary horror/paranormal I have read.
James Marlowe has been around for centuries and quite honestly, he's getting tired of it all. His wish for being the last werewolf forever without a legacy may come true with his head as a bounty. Now he has to save others to be saved, determine why life is worth living, and question everything he has come to believe in his long existence.
Marlowe will be the most sophisticated and complex werewolf you have ever met.
Reader, I savored him. -Sara S.
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Jacob Marlowe wants to know where he came from.
Is life worth living without love?
Should I feel remorse, if I had no choice?
Where have all the “she” werewolves gone?
What???
Questions most of us would ask, but Jake Marlowe, the last werewolf, asks them all.
Author Glen Duncan has crafted an intelligent, thrilling, un-put-down-able, tale with a smart, sexy, 21st century “everyman, " Jake Marlowe monster most human!
-Amy O.-
May 10, 2015
I am not a fan of werewolf books and so had stayed away from this one. However several people whose opinions I trust have given it the thumbs up so I thought I would give it a try. I found it to be a really good read. There is more violence and more sex than I usually like in a book but it is all in keeping with the nature of the beast and is therefore acceptable. The story is good, I liked the main character and the ending is brilliant. My one criticism is that I found it hard to believe Jake had already lived 200 years when his survival skills were so poor. To be repeatedly caught unawares and captured or attacked as keeps happening in this book makes him appear rather weak and helpless. Still, this aside I am looking forward to reading the sequel. I am hoping Tallula will be made of sterner or even smarter stuff.
August 15, 2012
He killed his first victim on 14th August, 1842. He was thirty-four years old. He will be two hundred and one in March.
A word of warning you are about to read a sort of kind of memoir of a werewolf in London, he's more animal not human and has a high libido so many of his adventures endure high libido activity. Oh yes also if your Red Riding Hood don't bother why would you want to learn about the life of possibly the last werewolf in the world. Being an only werewolf can be a lonely business, he talks of all the women he spends hours of flesh with leaving him with an empty heart. What he needs is a female counterpart a she-wolf one he could spend his long lifespan with.
This story reads at a times similar to an interview with a vampire by Anne rice, he takes you back to his first feeds and his feelings behind his first transformations and into his world view and philosophy on life and creation. Some high libido scenes do come with some vulgarity but you must remember due to him being a werewolf you have to understand the author trying to make it realistic as possible in an animal sense. It was a interesting read and being set in London gave it a more gothic feel. This is a werewolf story written in an way that puts you in the werewolves mind you feel more in p.o.v mode with his instincts and this all takes you back to the core feelings of being a werewolf without any fluffy romance urban twist. A werewolf story traditional sense as that of Bram Stokers Dracula but with an adrenaline boost update of the modern kind. The story was written in a style that made the pages flyby in no time at all. There are thrilling and humorous moments in the story and it does set you up for probably an even more entertaining story in the next instalment Talulla rising out April 4th.
Review also @http://more2read.com/review/the-last-werewolf-by-glen-duncan/
A word of warning you are about to read a sort of kind of memoir of a werewolf in London, he's more animal not human and has a high libido so many of his adventures endure high libido activity. Oh yes also if your Red Riding Hood don't bother why would you want to learn about the life of possibly the last werewolf in the world. Being an only werewolf can be a lonely business, he talks of all the women he spends hours of flesh with leaving him with an empty heart. What he needs is a female counterpart a she-wolf one he could spend his long lifespan with.
This story reads at a times similar to an interview with a vampire by Anne rice, he takes you back to his first feeds and his feelings behind his first transformations and into his world view and philosophy on life and creation. Some high libido scenes do come with some vulgarity but you must remember due to him being a werewolf you have to understand the author trying to make it realistic as possible in an animal sense. It was a interesting read and being set in London gave it a more gothic feel. This is a werewolf story written in an way that puts you in the werewolves mind you feel more in p.o.v mode with his instincts and this all takes you back to the core feelings of being a werewolf without any fluffy romance urban twist. A werewolf story traditional sense as that of Bram Stokers Dracula but with an adrenaline boost update of the modern kind. The story was written in a style that made the pages flyby in no time at all. There are thrilling and humorous moments in the story and it does set you up for probably an even more entertaining story in the next instalment Talulla rising out April 4th.
"All wolf and no gang. Humour darkens. I looked out of the window. The snow was coming down with the implacability of an old testament plague. In earls court road pedestrians tottered and slid and in the cold swirling angelic freshness felt their childhoods still there and the shock like a snapped stem of not being children anymore. Two nights ago I'd eaten a 43 year old hedge fund specialist. I've been in a phase of taking the ones no one wants. My last phase, apparently."
(the reviewers thinking, considering the financial climate at present we need him to eat more guilty parties to the financial decline)
"The bigger problem, of being, just keeps getting bigger. One by one I've exhausted the modes: Hedonism, asceticism, spontaneity, reflection, everything from miserable Socrates to the happy pig. My mechanisms worn out. I don't have what it takes. I still have feeling but I am sick of having them. Which is anther feeling I am sick of having. I just... I just don't want any more life."
"The vampire gets immortality, immense physical strength, hypnotic ability, the power of flight, psychic grandeur and emotional depth. The werewolf gets dyslexia and a permanent
ere...on. It's hardly worth making the comparison....' For all of you which you can read: Werewolves get to have sex and we don't."
"Dog family. Any canine succumbs. There are beautiful women in Manhattan who would have married me on the spot for the charm I had over their mutts. Wow, he normally hates guys. I've never seen him like this. Do you live around here?"
Review also @http://more2read.com/review/the-last-werewolf-by-glen-duncan/
July 28, 2016
This book gave me a hard time. I wanted it to be one of THOSE books, you know, the ones that cause you to almost cry at the beautiful magic of the writing, while at the same time, staggering you with elegant plot twists and unforgettable characters. All the quotes on the cover said it was the best thing since Eve made apple pie. Wellllll, either we've been reading a different book, or all the celebrity reviewers are puttin' one over on us hicks, 'cause you know we're not smart enough to catch them talkin' down to us. I won't pretend to be anything except a little fat Nana in a wheelchair in central Indiana. We don't grow too many suave sophisticates here in Kokomo. But we don't spawn a lot of outright fools either and I know when I am being the subject of condescension. Glen Duncan starts shinin' on his audience from sentence one. His narrator is a werewolf who learns on the first page that he is the last werewolf(literally) in the world. He has been a shifter for 167 years and has had enough time to become jaded. He is bored and tired with life and is ready to die, or so he says repeatedly. It is, however, difficult to believe his protestations, because there are a ton of pages left in this book. If he truly didn't want to live, he could have let one of his many opponents off him on the second page and I could have had a nice coffee and maybe a cookie. But nooooo, our narrator proceeds to fill us in on his somewhat nasty sex life and his even nastier first kill as a wolf, all the while larding his narrative with apt quotes from the Gospel of John, Shakespeare's sonnets, and Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (Nice pun there, I must allow.) Our narrator lets us know that he has finer feelings, because he drinks expensive Scotch and has antique books. He also gives a lot of money to charities to sooth his angst over killing and eating someone every full moon. Whatta guy! Ya gotta love him.
OK! so we've covered the unforgettable character thing. I can't forget him, but I want to. On to the beautiful magic of the writing. On this count, some of the cover blurbs were close to true. Duncan does know how to twist a clever phrase. One favorite quote:
"It's useless to say pigs don't fly when they're up there eating the pigeons."
Unfortunately, Duncan can't resist letting us know that he knows he's clever. Some of his sentences are as pretentious and overblown as James Fennimore Cooper and worse I can say of no man. His prose slides over the boundary from cunning to pompous and I start thinking about that cookie. His urge to impress the rubes turns a potential five star novel into a slightly tedious three star read. I really wanted to be dazzled, but the fireworks fizzled.
OK! so we've covered the unforgettable character thing. I can't forget him, but I want to. On to the beautiful magic of the writing. On this count, some of the cover blurbs were close to true. Duncan does know how to twist a clever phrase. One favorite quote:
"It's useless to say pigs don't fly when they're up there eating the pigeons."
Unfortunately, Duncan can't resist letting us know that he knows he's clever. Some of his sentences are as pretentious and overblown as James Fennimore Cooper and worse I can say of no man. His prose slides over the boundary from cunning to pompous and I start thinking about that cookie. His urge to impress the rubes turns a potential five star novel into a slightly tedious three star read. I really wanted to be dazzled, but the fireworks fizzled.
July 29, 2011
Okay, a werewolf novel. My first gut reaction to hearing of a new werewolf movie or novel runs from 'meh' to 'oh, that's silly.' I'm not sure why, to be honest. I'm a fan of horror. AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON (I bought my brother a Slaughtered Lamb tee shirt as a gift), WOLFEN, and even THE HOWLING are films that remain near and dear to my heart, along with the original Lon Cheney Jr. WOLFMAN. And one of my favorite cheap jokes from YOUNG FRANKENSTIEN is Marty Feldman saying, "There wolf!" after Terri Gar says, "Werewolf?" One of my favorite novels of the new millenium is Toby Barlow's SHARP TEETH; it's a fricken prose poem about LA werewolves!
Yet those great movies/book have been the exception to the wolfy rule, at least in my experience anyway. All the cheesy CGI and truly bad horror novels of the last twenty or so years makes me weary of lycanthropy. And maybe it's the rigorous mythology of full moons and silver bullets that seems too restraining, even defining. Yes, a werewolf book/movie/comic/story, I know what that'll be about.
So it was with almost apprehension that I picked up Glen Duncan's THE LAST WEREWOLF. I'm glad I did. It's the best novel of 2011 thus far.
Jake Marlowe is 201 years old (was bitten by a werewolf in Wales, 1846) and is the presumed last werewolf. He's the last because no one has survived a werewolf attack in decades (due to, possibly, some sort of virus that now blocks the transmission of werewolfness) and WOCOP (a world-wide organization dedicated to eradicating werewolves and assorted occult beasties) has hunted the wulf to extinction. Part of the genius of this novel is that Duncan sets up the basic, primitive survival parameters early in the novel, and then throws in his wolf: an erudite, worldly, arrogant, witty, depraved, disturbed, lonely and horny guy who doesn't want to live anymore within those parameters. It's not that he can't live with being the monster anymore, he can't face living during those intermnible months where he's not the monster.
"In ages past the beast in man was hidden in the dark, disavowed. The transparency of modern history makes that impossible:... The beast is redundant. It's been us all along."
"Yes," I said. "I keep telling myself I'm just an outmoded idea. But you know, you find yourself ripping a child open and swallowing its heart, it's tough not to be overwhelmed by ... the concrete reality of yourself."
I'm guessing (there's no guessing really, go read some reviews on Goodreads or Amazon if you wish, my favorite bit from a...cough...reader at goodreads, "Why is this book so terrible? Because Glen Duncan is a literary asshole who isn't passionate about werewolves." I love me an in-depth review!) some fans of paint-by-the-numbers thrillers and horrah novels might be put off the 'lit'ry' aires Duncan dare bring to the werewolf party. By lit'ry aires I mean fully drawn, compelling characters, irony, metaphor, proper use of first person narrative, and an expansive vocabulary.
Don't be a player hater. Enjoy every indulgence. Duncan has plenty of fun and ironic winks with the double-crossings of agents and vampires and thriller pacing of the plot. But theheart meat of the book is Jake Marlowe and his all-to0-human existential crisis. Ennui of the immortals has been done plenty of times before, particularly within the tiresome vampire novels/movies. But it hasn't been done with this much fun, bloodlust and the other kind of lust, intelligence, humor, and yeah a big, complex, twisted, but beautiful heart. Jake Marlowe the werewolf really loves us all so much he could just eat us all up.
Yet those great movies/book have been the exception to the wolfy rule, at least in my experience anyway. All the cheesy CGI and truly bad horror novels of the last twenty or so years makes me weary of lycanthropy. And maybe it's the rigorous mythology of full moons and silver bullets that seems too restraining, even defining. Yes, a werewolf book/movie/comic/story, I know what that'll be about.
So it was with almost apprehension that I picked up Glen Duncan's THE LAST WEREWOLF. I'm glad I did. It's the best novel of 2011 thus far.
Jake Marlowe is 201 years old (was bitten by a werewolf in Wales, 1846) and is the presumed last werewolf. He's the last because no one has survived a werewolf attack in decades (due to, possibly, some sort of virus that now blocks the transmission of werewolfness) and WOCOP (a world-wide organization dedicated to eradicating werewolves and assorted occult beasties) has hunted the wulf to extinction. Part of the genius of this novel is that Duncan sets up the basic, primitive survival parameters early in the novel, and then throws in his wolf: an erudite, worldly, arrogant, witty, depraved, disturbed, lonely and horny guy who doesn't want to live anymore within those parameters. It's not that he can't live with being the monster anymore, he can't face living during those intermnible months where he's not the monster.
"In ages past the beast in man was hidden in the dark, disavowed. The transparency of modern history makes that impossible:... The beast is redundant. It's been us all along."
"Yes," I said. "I keep telling myself I'm just an outmoded idea. But you know, you find yourself ripping a child open and swallowing its heart, it's tough not to be overwhelmed by ... the concrete reality of yourself."
I'm guessing (there's no guessing really, go read some reviews on Goodreads or Amazon if you wish, my favorite bit from a...cough...reader at goodreads, "Why is this book so terrible? Because Glen Duncan is a literary asshole who isn't passionate about werewolves." I love me an in-depth review!) some fans of paint-by-the-numbers thrillers and horrah novels might be put off the 'lit'ry' aires Duncan dare bring to the werewolf party. By lit'ry aires I mean fully drawn, compelling characters, irony, metaphor, proper use of first person narrative, and an expansive vocabulary.
Don't be a player hater. Enjoy every indulgence. Duncan has plenty of fun and ironic winks with the double-crossings of agents and vampires and thriller pacing of the plot. But the
November 3, 2018
Geeez I've been so torn on how to rate this book. I understand that horror stories don't always have happy endings...but damn this one really got to me.
December 7, 2012
First of all, I only bought this book because it was on my wish-list after having seen it on a list someplace. It sounded ok in the synopsis, and then it was a Kindle .99¢ book of the day. Anyway, it started off promising enough then took an entirely unexpected turn towards "her moist hand lingered next to my quickly stiffening cock" territory. Every 5 or 6 pages this happened. One of these moments stands out in particular. Two characters are sharing an emotional moment while on the run from people who are trying to kill them (this is not a spoiler because the book is called "The Last Werewolf" and if you think it's about just one werewolf on the beach in Mexico drinking blender drinks then you are bad at books.) In any case, it was a genuinely touching scene where the first character emotionally explains the ups and downs of their life to the second character, who listens compassionately then slips their finger into the first character's anus, BEFORE the first one is even done lamenting.
The werewolf stuff was decent, but the cock and cunt filled sex scenes (and there were a great cocking many of these cunting scenes) were anus-fingeringly silly. Cock. Don't bother.
The werewolf stuff was decent, but the cock and cunt filled sex scenes (and there were a great cocking many of these cunting scenes) were anus-fingeringly silly. Cock. Don't bother.
December 22, 2014
Glen Duncan’s take on the werewolf mythology, is gritty, violent and over sexed. Jake Marlowe is the last werewolf alive, with the pending extinction of his new race will he give up? The tone and voice Duncan has created is almost perfect, making this an interesting take on the genre. It is nothing like the popular style of werewolves in the paranormal genre, this is dark but too heavy on his libido. It focusing on the conflict within Jake; is he a man or is he a monster and his will to live a life like this or to give up. This book is an existential horror, nicely played out and nothing like YA werewolves. The different forces within Jake Marlowe is what makes this book worth reading, not the sex or violence.
November 19, 2022
3.5 stars
I really enjoyed this literary horror novel. werewolf fiction can be hard to write but Duncan did a great job of balancing the humor and adult content within an engaging story. I really enjoyed how this story contrasted the werewolves with vampires. The book is also very mature, acknowledging the horniest of the supernatural creature without making the story ever feel cheesy. This novel is a slower character driven narrative which worked surprisingly well. One of the better werewolf stories I have read.
I really enjoyed this literary horror novel. werewolf fiction can be hard to write but Duncan did a great job of balancing the humor and adult content within an engaging story. I really enjoyed how this story contrasted the werewolves with vampires. The book is also very mature, acknowledging the horniest of the supernatural creature without making the story ever feel cheesy. This novel is a slower character driven narrative which worked surprisingly well. One of the better werewolf stories I have read.
November 22, 2017
3.5/5 stars
The Last Werewolf is not what I expected it to be, but I enjoyed it. I listened to it on audio and the narrator was excellent. There is a lot of explicit sex and this book depicts werewolves as the beings they are-don't expect everything to be all prettied up because you'll be disappointed.
I read this with my reading group and even though I didn't LOVE this book, I think I will continue with the next-just not right away.
The Last Werewolf is not what I expected it to be, but I enjoyed it. I listened to it on audio and the narrator was excellent. There is a lot of explicit sex and this book depicts werewolves as the beings they are-don't expect everything to be all prettied up because you'll be disappointed.
I read this with my reading group and even though I didn't LOVE this book, I think I will continue with the next-just not right away.
September 11, 2017
Neredeyse birakacaktim.Sonradan açıldı..Seriye devam edeceğim.
August 1, 2011
If The Last Werewolf were to teach me one lesson it would be this - to stop reading all the over hyped "it" books the minute I hear about them and get back to my giant pile of unread books that are still recommended years after their release. Going into this book during its season of hype means that my expectations were unfairly high for a book that might have been a nice surprise if I'd picked it up without hearing all the accolades.
That's not to say that The Last Werewolf was a bad book - it was just very uneven. it seemed to vacillate between clever brilliance and pretentiousness with every turn of the page. Devices that are interesting at first become overused and tedious. Duncan loves to liberally add a cynical comment, detail, or digression in parenthesis - sometimes these add to the narrative and sometimes they distract. He uses too many references to Hollywood and books that only make you even more aware that you are reading a fiction yourself. " In the film version...", "Only in films..." or "According to fiction..." This might work once or twice but by the end I realized that this book probably will be a movie in due time and thought perhaps Duncan was inserting his directorial notes now so he won't have to debate it with Spielburg later.
Duncan generally keeps the plot moving ( with a brief, mid-book lull) and gives the reader a fast paced raunchy ride. The sex and the killing are not for the faint hearted and I appreciate that Duncan takes some risks with his graphic depiction of both. Perhaps there was no way for me to like this book as much as I wanted to like it.
That's not to say that The Last Werewolf was a bad book - it was just very uneven. it seemed to vacillate between clever brilliance and pretentiousness with every turn of the page. Devices that are interesting at first become overused and tedious. Duncan loves to liberally add a cynical comment, detail, or digression in parenthesis - sometimes these add to the narrative and sometimes they distract. He uses too many references to Hollywood and books that only make you even more aware that you are reading a fiction yourself. " In the film version...", "Only in films..." or "According to fiction..." This might work once or twice but by the end I realized that this book probably will be a movie in due time and thought perhaps Duncan was inserting his directorial notes now so he won't have to debate it with Spielburg later.
Duncan generally keeps the plot moving ( with a brief, mid-book lull) and gives the reader a fast paced raunchy ride. The sex and the killing are not for the faint hearted and I appreciate that Duncan takes some risks with his graphic depiction of both. Perhaps there was no way for me to like this book as much as I wanted to like it.
August 10, 2011
This book is not for everyone. The main character is not one of those good "monsters" with a conscience. He kills and eats people and has a lot of disgusting sex. So if you are the type of reader who likes to relate to the main character, especially when the book is written in the first person, you might not like this. However, if you can distance yourself, I thought it was quite an interesting read. It's a bit introspective - a lot about what the main character is thinking or trying to convince himself. Considering he is the last werewolf on the earth, I think it's interesting to hear him debate his existence.
The language used is also probably one of those love it or hate it things. I thought the author tried too hard to use imagery and make the writing very visual. It worked sometimes, but it failed a lot of times too. An example is that the author was describing that something was happening near a mountain in the woods. In the very next line he described the same scene as a "giant knee of stone rising out of pool of trees". Personally I do not have a hard time visualizing what a mountain looks like and "giant knee of stone" acutally obscures my ability to visualize. So instances like that were a littel annoying. However, there were other times where I really liked his writing, so I was able to forgive this occasional, unnecessary use of metaphor.
The language used is also probably one of those love it or hate it things. I thought the author tried too hard to use imagery and make the writing very visual. It worked sometimes, but it failed a lot of times too. An example is that the author was describing that something was happening near a mountain in the woods. In the very next line he described the same scene as a "giant knee of stone rising out of pool of trees". Personally I do not have a hard time visualizing what a mountain looks like and "giant knee of stone" acutally obscures my ability to visualize. So instances like that were a littel annoying. However, there were other times where I really liked his writing, so I was able to forgive this occasional, unnecessary use of metaphor.
April 17, 2017
Wow! While this is mostly PNR & horror, there's a mystery-thriller element that carries the flowery description along when the horror element fails. The only paranormal elements are that Jake is the last werewolf & there are vampires, too. Apparently there are other paranormal things, but we don't meet any. No need & most of humanity is completely ignorant of them all. It's the darkside of our normal, scientific world.
In dispassionate detail, Jake tells of his life. The detail can be drawn out & too flowery at times, but the matter of fact way in which he tells of his kills, sex, & the remorse that he suffers is intense. It's horrifying that this basically decent guy is living with this curse.
Live. There is no god & that is his only commandment.
He does some good things, but mentions them only in passing since he knows it in no way excuses his monthly feast. There is no justice.
There are quite a few different players in the events driving this book, but they were introduced slowly & well. No trouble keeping them all straight. Many want him for different reasons. Just when I thought I knew where the story was going, something else popped up & changed the course. It was a train wreck in slow motion, but where the cars would impact & what would spill out was always in question.
Perfectly narrated. Wonderful accent for this particular book.
In dispassionate detail, Jake tells of his life. The detail can be drawn out & too flowery at times, but the matter of fact way in which he tells of his kills, sex, & the remorse that he suffers is intense. It's horrifying that this basically decent guy is living with this curse.
Live. There is no god & that is his only commandment.
He does some good things, but mentions them only in passing since he knows it in no way excuses his monthly feast. There is no justice.
There are quite a few different players in the events driving this book, but they were introduced slowly & well. No trouble keeping them all straight. Many want him for different reasons. Just when I thought I knew where the story was going, something else popped up & changed the course. It was a train wreck in slow motion, but where the cars would impact & what would spill out was always in question.
Perfectly narrated. Wonderful accent for this particular book.
December 3, 2022
Pues... Nope. Malo con ganas.
Se centra tanto en escandalizar, que se olvida de la trama. Una trama muy floja y predecible.
Abusa del relleno sexual (muy vulgar) y de lo obsceno. Y no, los protagonistas no te enganchan, su desarrollo es tan precipitado como inexistente. Y sí, son todos horribles.
Me gustaron los últimos capítulos porque parecieron centrarse en "contar una historia" y no en provocar gratuitamente. De haber trabajado un poco la trama, podrá haber sido una historia decente. Lamentablemente, no fue el caso.
En fin, 1 estrella sobre 5 porque me pareció terrible y nunca, nunca, lo recomendaría.
Se centra tanto en escandalizar, que se olvida de la trama. Una trama muy floja y predecible.
Abusa del relleno sexual (muy vulgar) y de lo obsceno. Y no, los protagonistas no te enganchan, su desarrollo es tan precipitado como inexistente. Y sí, son todos horribles.
Me gustaron los últimos capítulos porque parecieron centrarse en "contar una historia" y no en provocar gratuitamente. De haber trabajado un poco la trama, podrá haber sido una historia decente. Lamentablemente, no fue el caso.
En fin, 1 estrella sobre 5 porque me pareció terrible y nunca, nunca, lo recomendaría.
April 26, 2019
ya Jacop yapma ama kalbim açıyor:( Ya sen ne biçim kitapsın ya böylesini okumadim daha önce çok çok çok çok ... güzeldi . okuyun ciddiyim okuyun !
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