This week’s read Cycle of the Werewolf was quick read. A series of stories taking place in the small Maine town of Tarker Mills—one for each month. King follows a year path of a werewolf stalking the townfolk. As in traditional werewolf tales, the beast follows the cycles of the moon, stalks the town on those full-moon nights, and doesn’t appear again until the next month.
Unfortunately, much of the story was not engaging. Filled with clichés, and stupid town people with nothing surprising, or interesting happening (besides people being ripped about by a werewolf) until the seventh month. Finally, in July the town acknowledges that something awful is happening every full moon and they cancel the 4th of July celebration.
Marty, a 10-year old boy, in wheelchair is disappointed as he loves seeing the fireworks each year. So, his extremely irresponsible uncle gives him a bag of fireworks and tells him to wait until everyone is asleep and go out and set them off. My first thought here, is how the hell is the kid in the wheelchair going to safely set off fireworks? How does he set them down, light them, and get away? AND there is a freaking monstrous creature, or madman on the loose killing people!
Onward. Marty sneaks out lights is fireworks. (Still can’t fathom how…). Of course, the boy comes face-to snout with the werewolf and somehow manages to shoot its eye out with fireworks? But he didn’t burn himself or his hands? I still don’t get it. But okay.
The boy survives the encounter!
August…werewolf eats lawman. September…werewolf eats the pigs. October…werewolf eats some deer. Maybe. November….werewolf flees and down and still eats one of the townsfolk. But that guy deserved it, good!
See my point? Reader getting bored.
Finally, the boy, Marty, confronts the beast. And again, the silver bullets and handgun supplied by the same uncle. Beast comes for him (because the boy knows who the werewolf really is), boy shoots werewolf with silver bullets. The end.
Although, the book had some telltale King signs, monsters, blood, people being eaten, and small town Maine, the work so short of what it could have been. This was not terrible, but not good either. Just…bleck.