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"Moon time" for The Last Werewolf is something entirely different. In fact, it's every bit "The Curse".
Bottom line on this book: It's one rip-roaring, every-time-a-bull's-eye, can't-put-it-down, gasping and guffawing within the same minute sort of book. And those don't come around very often.
I admired this novel, one of the tautest suspense/thriller novels I've read in years (yeh, James Patterson, Messrs. Preston and Child, all you trendy Nordic types: this guy Glen Duncan schooled you, and then some) and yet also one of the most existentially intriguing:
What would you do if you knew you'd live pretty much forever, but every time the moon reached its fullest, you'd kill another person, and you couldn't help but - in some wulfy ways - enjoy it? And what if the nature of your transformation kept you perennially young and - shall we say? - virile (and then some)? And if you were the last werewolf, the only one left, what then?
And then, what if you liked to read? What if your life wasn't all about waiting for the wulf, but if in your free time between moons you tried your best to atone for your (albeit uncontrollable) actions by doing good in the world, by seeking answers to the most profoundly perplexing questions of human nature? And what if you remembered not only every detail of your own life, but most of the details of most of the lives of all of your victims? What then?
Pretty heady stuff, and altogether enthralling for me. To be sure, if Duncan wasn't such a stellar prose stylist, conjuring grin after grin at his smart constructions, perfect pacing, and sly allusions, I might not have fallen under The Last Werewolf's spell. But I fell. Indeed I did.
HOWEVER. This book won't be for everyone: as one blogger pal noted, the sex scenes especially can feel, at times, egregious. And graphic. And there's violence too, but for me that worked in its context. (If you've read What She Read for long, you'll know that I'm not inclined to enjoy any sort of violence. Here though, it served purposes psychological and thematic and wasn't quite as graphic as the sex, so I could accept it on its own terms.)
So, if you can handle the sometimes overly-explicit moments (the sex or the violence, depending on your mood or preferences), or if you can swallow them whole, The Last Werewolf is one satisfying story.