Return of the Werewolf
New English Library, London, 1977
To John Ford - for a lot of reasons
dedication: To John Ford - for a lot of reasons
The blurb on the back:
The werewolf that had scourged the Black Hill was long since dead. The villagers who lived nearby no longer listened on nights of the full moon for its chilling howl, no longer had need to bar and lock their doors against the supernatural strength of the half-man, half-beast.
Early on in his career, before he really got into his sideways stride with the crabs, Guy N Smith knocked out a few werewolf novels set on the Welsh border. This is one of those, and as the sleeve notes indicate, it's the same as the last one.
I guess there are some readers who cherish Smith's work and have followed his progress through the decades with growing anticipation and satisfaction. But I'm not one of them. To my mind - and my apologies for my rudeness - he remains one of the most unreadable authors ever to have produced the best part of a hundred books in recent times. It's the horror equivalent of The Bill: competent, workmanlike and deeply uninspired.
ENTERTAINMENT VALUE: 1/5
HIPNESS QUOTIENT: 2/5
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