Leave it to Stephen Graham Jones to see a genre — werewolf fiction — and completely reinvent it, as he did this summer with his novel Mongrels. 

His werewolves aren’t the howling lunatics of the movies — “Mongrels” presents an innovative, comprehensive new guide to werewolves, one that nods at tradition (silver is still killer) but becomes something wholly original and contemporary. These werewolves mask their canine breath with mints; their urine doubles as pesticide; they’ll die if they transform while wearing pantyhose, or if they leave empty cans in the garbage to choke on with their food scraps (“The modern world, it’s custom-designed to kill werewolves.”)

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