A lyric, sick-humoured and immoral morass of a novel told through reportage from the least-illuminated angles of the human condition, Warewolff! is a lexicon-in-pieces; a novel blasted into fragments.
Amalgamating nuclear warfare, Paris Vogue, and ‘lavish deformities’, it merges a bold experimentation with a literary sensibility and a pitch black, plague-bearing playfulness.
Taken as an entirety, the fragments of the novel gradually congeal to form an image of a hidden, numinous ‘other’ that lies behind the facade of the text – too terrifying to comprehend but in its facets: a being that learns to talk by shaping the stories of its victims. Warewolff! is at once the summary of those encounters, their metamorphosis, and the corrupted, deprived imago that it forces them to be.
PRAISE FOR WAREWOLFF!