"...as late as 1949 you could buy a military saber in the cutlery department at Harrods*." -Paul Fussell, WARTIME *a luxury department store in London
For the last couple of months, my alter ego, a fantasy writer named A.R. Callenish, has been nagging at me: "Werewolf story!" No further explanation given and not so much as a hint for how to proceed to carry out this bizarre order. "Do something about a werewolf! Do it! Do it! Do it!" Over and over again. Well, I think I've finally found an interesting take for a werewolf novel. I find it interesting, anyway. The picture is a hint so that I won't be accused of being crueler to you than A.R. Callenish is to me.
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