This is another book that I probably would never have read, had I not been given it as a gift, and again, thanks to my book shop working daughter and granddaughter haha!
It's also a subject that I'm most definitely interested in and I was certainly looking forward to finding out just when exactly did wild wolves become extinct in Britain?
But I'm afraid, to that end, there is no definitive answer. For starters, there seems to be very little in the way of any archaeological evidence. With the few skulls that have been found or dug up, eventual DNA testing usually proving them to be nothing more than the skulls of domestic dogs (perhaps turned feral), and carbon dating tests, disappointingly putting the dog skulls to as late as anything between the late nineteenth and the early twentieth centuries.
So, the only evidence (if you can call it that!) to go by really, and according to the author, is stories passed down through the generations, and they put lurid tales of wolves right up and into the late eighteenth and through into the early nineteenth centuries.
By what I've read in this book though, I'd go by the records of officially sanctioned wolf hunts by Lairds, land owners and town council committees, which pretty much dwindled and died out by the mid 1700's, that would pretty much be my guess. Perhaps a little later in the highlands of Scotland and later still in Ireland.
However, owing to the lack of much in the way of hard evidence, and despite the author's enthusiasm for this subject shining through, the book does seem to concentrate more on historical tall tales (in Scotland for instance, wolves seemed to constantly be getting smacked on their heads by old crones with pancake griddles!), fables and where the wolf fits into popular culture through the centuries, culminating in the author's quest to find a fabled wolf’s head carved church door handle!
It's definitely more like a rambling, round the campfire, ‘stories to frighten the kids’, type ambience, rather than having any head for hard facts and cold figures.
Now, for my own end of where the wolf lies in popular culture, the fantastic and very witty 1981 John Landis movie, 'An American Werewolf in London', still proudly sits along with 'Braveheart' and 'Goodfellas', in my top three films of all time list (which, TBF, is simply amazing, because nowadays, if I see a film is in any way, shape or form in the ’werewolf’, or indeed, ‘vampire’ genre, I immediately dismiss it and refuse to watch haha!), and the word 'wolf' is in one of my all time favourite lines, and which is also from a movie. Namely, Peter Mullen's dark Scottish comedy, 'Orphans'. Where one of the main characters is cutting about a fairground with a shotgun, looking for the ned whom had stabbed his brother. Inevitably however, this has attracted the attention of a group of kids, who proceed to follow and harass him, so after brandishing the shotgun, in an attempt to scare them off, one of the kids shouts at him, "Yi mad WOLF!" haha. I dunno why the lad calls him a ’wolf’ of all things, but that line has always tickled me and it does seem to fit in with what I've read in this book about wolves and their human given predatory associations and status.
If it's cold, hard facts you're after, this is definitely not the book for you, but if you want in the mood for some tall tales to scare the kids, then fire on in.
I’d also avoid the book if you’re from Cumbernauld, as the author describes your town as ’grotty’ haha!
And lastly, I'm not even sure if it's particularly swayed me to one side of the fence or other, on whether I agree or disagree on reintroducing the wolf back into the wilds of Scotland?! On one hand, do I want an egregiously hungry, big sharp toothed predator roaming about my favourite countryside picnic spots? Or do I........oh wait a minute, hmm, I think I have made up my mind!