April 16, 2008 § Leave a comment
Now reading: Sharp Teeth, by Toby Barlow.
This is the werewolves-in-L.A. novel, written in verse, that I mentioned a while back. My favorite subplot so far involves two of the werewolves in a pack led by a cutthroat lawyer named Lark. The wolves are sometimes like dogs, sometimes wolves, sometimes human; Barlow’s not your typical genre writer in that he’s fairly disinterested in the specific mechanics of such things. Anyway, Lark teaches them all bridge, trying to sniff out a player who seems to have an interest in dogfights. The two wolves who seem to have a talent for the game get sent to a tournament in Pasadena, playing little old ladies and such. Great conceit, there.
If this isn’t a novel inspired by Warren Zevon songs, I don’t know what is.