Werewolves are kind of a snooze, right? I mean, as far as monsters go, they’re not super exciting. What are the great werewolf movies? Lon Chaney’s eponymous Wolf Man got things started. There’s The Howling, obviously, and Wolfen. An American Werewolf in London (but not in Paris). Neil Jordan’s The Company of Wolves is stylish fun, and Neil Marshall’s Dog Soldiers is the best recent example. After that? Do I dare mention Teen Wolf? 100 years of cinema, and the wolf man can manage only a measly six quality films.
I think this is because there’s not much to do with the wolf man story. Unlike zombies,vampires, and ghosts, which, in skilled hands, can do a lot of allegorical heavy lifting, the werewolf is sort of trapped in the “innocent man struggles with the beast within” paradigm. This is why movies like Wolf and Joe Johnston’s recent Benicio del Toro-starring The Wolfman are such inert belly flops. It’s just a repackaged story told over and over again in largely similar ways. I s’pose I could add Ginger Snaps to my first list for using the werewolf story as a metaphor for a teenage girl’s burgeoning sexuality (a phrase which I personally find more horrifying than any werewolf), but it’s otherwise tricky to break out of the established mold.
And are there any classic werewolf books? I guess Stephen King’s Cycle of the Werewolf comes close. Beyond that, I’ve got nothing, although Benjamin Percy’s Red Moon comes close. It’s a werewolf epic, in case you were wondering if such a thing were possible, spanning a period of several years in the lives of a deep cast of characters and, contradicting what I just wrote, actually doing something different with ye olde wolf man story.
The first thing I’ll say about it is I think Percy does a commendable job of world-building. Red Moon‘s world is our world, with references to Rodney King and Wilco and Che Guevara and Star Wars, only werewolves – lycans, as they’re called in the book – are common knowledge. Some live among us (the latest census lists the lycan population at 5.2%), taking Volpexx to prevent their transformation from human to wolf; others live in the Lupine Republic: the werewolf homeland, established in 1948, that lies between Russia and Finland. Recently, despite this relatively peaceful coexistence, tensions between humans and lycans have risen, caused partially by politicians like Chase Marshall, a presidential candidate who exploits anti-lycan sentiment to his own gain (he wants to create a lycan registry – remind you of anyone?), and partially by the Resistance, a group of lycan rebels not afraid of resorting to violence to achieve parity for their race. The U.S. military, in charge of keeping the peace in the Republic, doesn’t help things with its presence.
It’s pretty fun to see how Percy so effortlessly establishes this world and then sets it spinning. I don’t use the word epic lightly. The cast of major characters is extensive:
- Patrick, a teenage boy (whose father is stationed in the Republic) who is the lone survivor of the lycan attack that sets the “official” lycan rebellion in motion
- Claire, a teenage lycan on the run from a shadowy government office seeking to wipe out the lycan rebellion
- Max, leader of an anti-lycan militia called The Americans
- Miriam, ex-wife of a prominent figure in the lycan rebellion and Claire’s aunt
- Jeremy, Miriam’s ex-husband
- Chase, the previously mentioned presidential candidate with a secret of his own
- Augustus, Chase’s aide-de-camp
- Neal, a doctor seeking a vaccine for lobos, the prion disease that turns people into lycans
And on and on. The book also takes place over the course of several years, so in the case of Patrick and Claire, especially, we watch them grow and adapt to the worsening tension between humans and lycans, which eventually takes on potentially world-ending characteristics. It’s a werewolf story told on a large canvas, and, as I mentioned above, Percy doesn’t shy away from the metaphoric possibilities of his story. There’s the anti-lycan politicians (which, in 2013, manage to predict Trump and Cruz and their anti-Muslim grandstanding) and the anti-lycan militia; the “closeted” lycans dealing with a stigmatizing disease that can be managed through regular medication; the U.S. military occupation of a foreign land; and the violent lycan minority that believes violence is the only way to achieve equality. Rather than tread the well-worn path of other werewolf stories, Percy chooses not to focus on an individual but instead adopts the Robert Altman strategy and examines how different lives serve as individual threads of a much larger tapestry.
Most impressively of all, Percy brings a painterly touch to this epic, investing the action with moments of real beauty. It’s a world where “soot-black clouds occasionally puls[e] with gold-wire lightning” and feet “make chewed-ice sounds along the shoulder,” where a girl is so pale it looks as though “she had been soaking for years in a bath of moonlight” and, in a moment of rare quiet, a tractor “trundl[es] along with a gray scarf of exhaust trailing behind it.” Rather than just rush from set piece to set piece, Percy takes the time to let his story breathe. It’s more well-written than it has any right to be.
I said above that Red Moon “comes close” to being a classic book. Like many books of its size, scope, and ambition, some plot threads remain unraveled. It’s probably unfair of me to want satisfactory endings for every character, but at least one key figure’s story just sort of drops off the map, which seems particularly egregious considering the trials he puts her through earlier in the book. And some conflicts are resolved too easily. You can’t set up a pursuit between two characters spanning years and much of a continent and end it so anti-climactically, nor can you have one of the characters passing as one of the book’s antagonists wrap up his arc in flashback, offstage. And yeah, while the resolution is admirably bleak (I do like me a downer of an ending), it’s so open-ended I can’t decide if Percy didn’t know how to wrap things up or if he’s planning a sequel. I wanted more finality, which may be more a reflection of my selfishness than a true weakness of the book.
Red Moon is, minor complaints aside, an impressive achievement: an exceptionally well-written page-turner that has more on its mind than just giving the reader a good scare.
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