Honestly, one of the best books I've read in many, many years. It's so good, I feel foolish for not having read it before.
[I don't think this counts as a spoiler, given it is more of a correction: this is NOT a book about a werewolf.]
I don't often use the words "evocative prose" unless I'm referring to Nabokov, Updike, Joyce, Dylan Thomas or the like, so my use of them here should mean something: Robert Lester Stallman writes prose I'd compare to the masters of it.
The story itself is fantastic.
The style in which it is written is fantastic.
The only possible negative I can think of is I found a couple of typos which were missed. Yeah. That's my only negative.
It wasn't until I completed it I realized why it likely hasn't received the fame it sincerely deserves, and that is because -- just as it deals with everything from the separation/isolation of consciousness, love, hate, life, and death, it also, in the most chaste and tasteful way imaginable, deals with sex, and the manner in which it does so undoubtedly leaves the average reader uncomfortable.
Make no mistake: there's nothing remotely pornographic or even (at least to me) arousing about it; nor is it rife with sexuality, giving the proper amount of attention to that as it does to each and every other thing in turn.
If anything, it could be said to be possessed of a certain visceral sensuality, though it is certainly one which is so delicious I have no doubt I'll read this book more than once (just as I have with much written by Dylan Thomas, whose stories and poems I absolutely love).
To compare Stallman's style of writing to Ray Bradbury does neither of them an injustice. I found myself reading as slowly as I could just to savor it. This is something I only do with *really* outstanding books.
Having read it, I immediately acquired the two other books of the trilogy. Despite needing to focus on other things, I find the second book just as difficult to put down as I did this one. It is like optical heroin, with prose so beautiful I don't think any review I could make would ever possibly do it justice.