A fairly decent werewolf novel, set in modern-day San Francisco. An interesting twist in that the werewolf "genes" are passed on through the exchange of fangs which are immediately irresistable to people who find them and which become increasingly difficult for that person to get rid of once they have worked their magic. Effective narration in the first person as told by the psychiatrist/werewolf evokes much of the tone of Shelley's "Frankenstein." Only complaints are that the werewolf develops too much of a 90's eco-yuppie personality--becoming a "kinder, gentler" werewolf who wants to commune with nature. Particularly annoying is a scene towards the end where the werewolf plays in the sea with a pod of dolphins. "We played as children play, thinking of nothing else." Still, a pretty enjoyable work
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