There is a truly kickass horror novel in this book. Its about 60 to 80 pages overweight, but its there. First time reading Vance, an author whose stuff has caught my eye many a time in used bookstores. This is apparently his most popular and celebrated book. At first I was relieved that he could write. You step into alot of these 1980s horror boom books, even ones that people take the time to give five stars, and quickly realize that the author simply has no command of the English language. Vance certainly does, but over the course of the book his verbosity actually becomes kind of annoying. The whole affair is over-written, for sure. Occasionally it felt like self-parody, or a parody of the genre as a whole, which was certainly far ahead of its time in 1986. I felt like the goofy overwriting and dialog took away from how powerful the frightening parts of the novel were. Maybe he was going for "horror comedy", but the horror is what we came for, thanks, and you can keep the comedy, or at least whittle it down to a wry observation or slick line or two here or there. Those gripes aside, the extended climax, which starts about 300 pages in and runs until about page 380 or so, is fantastic. Unfortunately, this incredible section is preceded by about 60 pages of groaningly boring setup, most of which could have been culled. So, basically, there is a good novel in here, but its weighed down with about 80 pages or so of filler, filler which really screws up the pacing of the novel. Overall, however, if you are looking for a great werewolf novel, look no further. Just don't give up during the boring parts.