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If not for young pup, Darren would be ranging free across the landscape, hunting every night, rollicking with a series of girlfriends and siring his own litters. They have virtually put their own life on hold until…until he is of age. There, Darren and Libby love, protect, teach young pup.
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What Jones does that is masterful, that touched my heart and kept me reading through the soon familiar pattern of fight and flight, is to take his narrative inside the rusted trailer standing in a weed patch or the shack on the edge of town that the family currently inhabits, their latest aging sedan (with different license plates fore and aft), still shuddering, like a decapitated chicken, from its all-night passage to cross the state line. But they would never vote for Bernie Sanders. They are the very outcasts about whom Bernie Sanders pounds his podium.
Calling them “mongrels” is perfect because, as humans, as the “were,” they are society’s outliers, the South’s poor white trash, whose long greasy hair and ripped jeans and dead-on stare-as their eyes change from brown to yellow and their lips curl over crooked pointed teeth-make you cross the street before you have to pass them, pretend there is something in the store window that has caught your eye so that you don’t have to meet theirs. Interesting as these fantastical details may be, I find them less interesting than Jones’s depiction of the human pack. Though the cold north would be their ideal habitat, there they would leave tracks in the snow, easier for the villagers with pitchforks to hunt them down as they have for centuries.ĭorothea Lange‘s iconic photograph, taken for the Farm Security Administration, 1936, reminds me of Libby and shows that, for the underclass, times haven’t changed that much. This pack, reduced to three, is constantly on the move, roaming across the South, sometimes as far west as Texas, but most at home in rural Georgia or Florida or Alabama. Nephew, sometimes called “young pup,” yearns to transition and models himself on his uncle in the way he cuts his eyes across the room or arches his pee out the front door, but as the years pass, he also feels stuck-in human form, where his mother had remained until she died at fourteen giving birth. His twins, originally triplets in the litter, Libby and Darren, are left to raise their nephew, son of their deceased sister Jess. When his last effort at transformation fails, he dies stuck between wolf and were (from the Old English for “man”), stuck in the doorway as he heads instinctively for the treeline. The werewolf family at the heart of this novel includes a greybeard grandfather of fifty-five, though much older in wolf years.
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A short list of werewolf facts includes health advice (always take out the trash before bedtime so that when one wolfs out in the middle of the night, he does not ingest steel wool or the jagged tops of aluminum cans or near empty canisters of pesticide as his voracious appetite gorges on everything in sight), fashion tips such as wearing natural fibers that rip easily apart, rendering the wolf naked, rather than, say, spandex (this is not a nod to the fashion police, for, when the wolf reverts to human form, his skin enfolds whatever he might be wearing), and game show trivia (which, the narrator inform us, is how werewolves get much of their education, a high school diploma being a rarity in werewolf culture). The new novel Mongrels, by Stephen Graham Jones, explores the “authentic” life of American werewolves. Woodcut of a werewolf attack by Lucas Cranach the Elder, 1512.
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