I love werewolves. Of all the monsters and
supernatural creatures that abound in fiction, werewolves are my favorite. I love
all kinds of werewolves, evil werewolves, insane werewolves, monstrous
werewolves, tragic werewolves, romantic werewolves; the whole spectrum. Of all
the readings for this class, The Wolfman was
the piece that had me the most excited.
It
was terribly underwhelming.
It was
just meh. Maybe it was because Maberry’s piece is a novelization of a film, but
there was something off about the work as a whole. I never got into any of the
characters (the omniscient narrator contributed to this), I never got a chill
or a laugh, I never felt any tension. The whole time I read I was painfully
aware of the fact I was reading. I will
now point out a few of the factors that contributed to my disappointment.
This
was a novelization of a classic film, which has been done a few times. I kept
that in mind. I made myself at all times aware of the fact the work was supposed to follow the film. But even
with this in mind, the whole thing read like a giant cliché. It felt like one
dramatic cliché after the other. Mysterious stranger, gothic manor, widowed
beauty, gypsy wise woman, all of it. When I read the scene with the mysterious
Frenchman with the silver wolf’s head sword-cane, I groaned inside aw, I wonder what he’s gonna do with that.
I knew it was supposed to be this way, and in the end it didn’t matter a bit. It
bothered me anyway.
Then
there was the language. The novel was set in 19th century Europe. The
writing tried to emulate the gothic
novels of the time, but it came out all clunky and weird. An actual 19th century gothic novel is easier to read, Wuthering
Heights was smooth and quickly immersed me in the language and style. Not so
with The Wolfman.
And
then there was the Wolfman itself. This beast was the universal studios
monster, and clung to the cannon. Great. I love werewolves, but… it did not
lend itself to writing well. Where we could see the torment and rage in the
expression of the Wolfman in his many appearances in visual media, on paper I was
beaten over and over again with a hundred kinds of “rage” and then bloodlust
this bloodlust that. And The Goddess of the Hunt, The Goddess of the Hunt, The
Goddess of the Hunt, RAHHHH!!! I get it!
All
of the scenes in the Wolfman’s POV evoked images of Hollywood B-movie gore. Every
time someone got decapitated by the Wolfman’s claws I shuddered inside. I'm sorry,
I don’t care how strong the beast is, I just don’t see that happening unless
his claws are ten inches long and sharp like a battle ready katana. And then
there was the one severed head that tried to scream. Ugghhhh. I couldn’t take
it seriously. It was like the novel was making a parody of Lawrence’s devastating
struggle.
The
idea of the Wolfman style monster is potentially terrifying. The beast kills
and eats, kills and eats, dozens, hundreds if it could catch them. It’s never
full, it will kill, begin to feed, and then be distracted by the next fleeing
morsel. The Wolfman is a nightmare of gluttony and excess in the most violent
of ways. And it is virtually indestructible. The monster’s body eats lead
bullets like they’re candy, and recovers from broken bones in seconds. The Wolfman
also possesses just enough intelligence to make it more frightening than a
beast, but not familiar like a man. Even more frightening is the potential for
the Wolfman to be anyone. But for a few hours once a month, it could be your
neighbor, your father, yourself. And on that one night each month whoever the
Wolfman was doesn’t matter anymore. The
transformation is irresistible, and total (barring a few seconds hesitation
when faced with the power of love, awww). For me, the total loss of identity is
the most frightening aspect of this monster. It kills a lot, so do other
monsters, but the idea of being this
monster is what is truly terrifying.
But,
alas, Maberry’s execution of this great idea didn’t do it for me.
Yet,
to end on a high note, there was one scene and one sentence that made me geek
out in a good way. First is the scene. When the Wolfman enters the masquerade and
is pacified by the blind soprano’s voice (yes, music lulls the beast is a
trope, I know) I immediately recalled my beloved Grendel, torn apart by the Shaper’s
poetry. It gets an A for making me recall Grendel.
And
now for the sentence. “Somehow his mass increased-perhaps drawing substance
from Hell itself.”
Thank
you Jon. Thank you. Is that really so hard? Looking at you Pinborough.
Just a little point: the novel is actually set in the late 19th century (as the film specifically takes place in 1891) and therefore might share more in common with later Victorian literature rather than the mid 19th century gothic tradition, though there are obviously leftovers from that.
ReplyDeleteBut I LOVE your call-out of Pinborough and the line about his mass increasing. That's fabulous. :)
Ahhh. I actually went in, checked the date and then determined 1891 was the 17th century... I'm gonna go ahead and fix that now...
DeleteI knew you liked werewolves, so I was looking forward to seeing what you thought of this one. :D
ReplyDeleteThe Goddess of the Hunt thing bugged me a little bit, but I didn't pick up on some of the other things you mentioned. My main problem with feeling tension when the Wolfman went on a rampage was that I couldn't connect with anyone to feel their fear.
I thought of Breeding Ground when I hit that line, too! ...Actually, I might have thought of your issues with Breeding Ground's science, but it came down to the same thing. xD
Underwhelming is the perfect word to describe this novel. When most people think of the typical werewolf story, this is likely the one. But it was just so, well, underwhelming. Thank you for going in.
ReplyDeleteAmen on the goddess of the hunt thing. That drove me nuts while I was reading it. It was particularly annoying because the monster doesn't 'hunt', really. It just rampages. There's no pursuit, no chasing, no stalking, no waiting for the right moment. It bugged me.
ReplyDeleteYeah, the Goddess thing got old fast....
ReplyDeleteMaybe it was because I saw the movie first, but I thought the novelization did a pretty good job of fleshing out the story. Like I said, though, I'm comparing it to the movie, which was quite disappointing. I didn't have the same problems with the book that you did, but I wonder if i would have those same issues with the novelization if I hadn't already seen the movie.
Definitely when compared to the movie, the book was better. I think Maberry did the best he could with what he had to work with. I agree that the wording ended up being clumsy. In my opinion, unless you really really study those original Gothic novels and their language, it's going to be hard to pull off, and you don't want to alienate readers that just want the story and don't care about the feel of the book.
ReplyDeleteWow, I feel like we read completely different books.
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