Continuing with my recent trend of reading literary authors experiments into genre fiction, I just finished Glen Duncan’s The Last Werewolf. The book is different in that there just isn’t the same number of books being written about werewolves as there are about vampires and zombies (I’ve heard the Twilight books have both werewolves and vampires, but I have no desire to read them). The book touches on one of the reasons why werewolves don’t have the same literary presence as other supernatural beings. They only change for one night a month and while they are changed, they are wild incoherent monsters. Zombies are always zombies and vampires are always able to talk. The literary challenge of werewolves is simply higher than other such beings. So let’s check in on the last one.