Yes, really — the narrator is a werewolf, the film rights have already been optioned by Ridley Scott and the publishers are comparing the author with Stephen King. But the novel is strangely better than these facts suggest; sexy, funny, blisteringly intelligent, and without a hint of Twilight. Jacob Marlowe is the last of his kind, and life is lonely when you have a habit of killing and eating the people you love. Jake was “turned” in 1842. Now he faces a final battle with the World Organisation for the Control of Occult Phenomena, and he thinks he’s ready to die — but is he? Duncan is the cleverest literary horror merchant since Bram Stoker.
The Last Werewolf by Glen Duncan, Canongate, 378pp, £16.99. To buy this book for £15.29 visit thetimes.co.uk/bookshop or call 08452712134