Yeah, it’s true. Werewolf fiction doesn’t appear anywhere on the top 1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die. In fact, the closest thing would be entry #684: Steppenwolf by Herman Hesse. It’s about a solitary man who “struggles to reconcile the wild primeval wolf and the rational man within himself without surrendering to the bourgeois values he despises.”
Huh. That kind of sounds familiar.
You know why? Because werewolf fiction is about the human freaking condition, people. It examines the struggle between animal instinct and human reason. It’s deep stuff. Maybe so deep that it scares certain list-makers from even considering these great titles. And, in fact, you can see the underlying motif of human versus wolf psyche in plenty of classic fiction: the Story Of Little Red Riding Hood, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (#820), even the great Alexandre Dumas wrote a novel called The Wolf-Leader about a deal gone awry between a man and wolves.
Unlike vampire fiction which is filled with obvious references—yes, we get it: you’re evil, beautiful AND tormented—werewolf fiction isn’t always interested in the literary equivalent of a blazing Klieg light.
So, yeah, maybe books specifically about werewolves didn’t make it to the 1001 list but I’m pretty sure the editor Peter Boxall is a proponent of the vampire agenda anyway. Why else the glaring omissions?
Besides, the whole vampire turning into bats thing is clearly a rip-off of werewolves and their shape-shifting ability. Which is complete bullshit if you ask me. Or should I say batshit (aka guano)?
I’m just sayin’.