The Last Werewolf by Glen Duncan

The Last Werewolf was a painful book to read, or listen to as was the case with the medium I chose. It was tedious, slow paced, and loaded with scene after scene of gratuitous sex. Jake Marlowe is the last werewolf (not actually but it is the title of the book). The werewolves have been hunted down to near extinction, and after a couple of hundred years, Jake is tired of living. He is reminiscent of so many of the self-loathing, oozing with fatigue of being alive, squishy vampires in fiction. The only difference is that he’s a werewolf. This character was such a bore that it was hard to take, and more than once I wanted to stop reading, but somehow I soldiered through to the bitter end, although I lost interest about half way through the book. Apparently, in this world, werewolves have to have sex all of the time which is the reason for all of the gratuitous sex scenes.



I think the author was going for gritty, but for me it came off as hollow. Marlowe kept flip flopping from wanting to live, to wanting to die, and back again that it was hard to tell what his motivation. It would have been easier to swallow if there was a single antagonist, but there were multiple bad guys and nobody I could root for. I’d like to give some positive feedbck, but I can’t really think of anything. I would advise skipping this novel.