The Last Werewolf

The Last Werewolf
by
Glen Duncan
narrated by
Robin Sachs

Jake is a werewolf - the last werewolf. Or, so he finds out at the onset of the story as his familiar Harley informs him that the Berliner has been killed. I admit it, I'm intrigued even though the werewolf myth has never held much interest for me (though, I really like what White Wolf games did with it for the their World of Darkness RPG).
Jake is initially ambivalent about what he should do. He's 200 years old and tired of living. He's not the type to commit suicide, but he's also not that interested in getting away from the W.O.C.U.P. hunter who will kill him at the next full moon. Wait, the what? Oh, there just the semi-secret fraternal order of monster hunters, apparently specializing in hunting werewolves.
Duncan gives us nuggets of wisdom from books written by vampires and it's just a given that they exist. He sets up one quote from a vampire author that states that the two are pretty much polar opposites, with the exception that they are both immortals, though W.O.C.U.P. seems to think that werewolves live to be about 400 years old under optimal conditions.
Harley points out to Jake that a legendary text which purports to unmask the origin of lycanthropy is likely real and that he has a hint as to someone who knows its whereabouts. Did I mention that Harley works for W.O.C.U.P.? Jake is not interested.
The above description gets you through the first two disks - two-ninths - of the book. I've left out some stuff, namely the stuff that bored the crap out of me and caused me to decide that this book wasn't worth my time. I left out all the sex, which is easily half the story up to this point. And when I say sex, I really mean graphically explicit fucking. Jake explains to us why as a werewolf that he can only have sex with prostitutes. Okay, Duncan gives a believable reason, except that the amount of time discussing the prostitute-fucking is way out of proportion to the time spent on the reason why. The reason is really just a bit of self-righteous justification for why he can include the fuck scenes.
Am I a prude? I don't think so. I'm fine with sex in stories - I'm even better with it if it furthers the story, or does something ridiculous like emotionally advance the characters. But I am so not interested in reading porn novels, especially ones with overtones of violence towards women and misogyny. If a character has to say that he's not misogynistic, that he just seems that way, odds are he's misogynistic. Perhaps this actually had something to do what the story, but I felt like it was the author speaking to me.
Why did I give this book three hours of my life? The narrator. Mr. Sachs does an amazing job. Sure, he's a classically trained British actor which sets a pretty good base, but he was also in the story, and not just some bloke obviously reading a script. But even he couldn't make me put in the third CD.
Sorry, Duncan, I didn't like your book. If you put out a version of it that cut all the porn, let me know and I'll give that a listen.