A lyric, sick-humoured and immoral morass of a novel told through reportage from the least-illuminated corners of the human condition, Warewolff! is a lexicon-in-pieces; a novel blasted into fragments. Amalgamating nuclear warfare, Paris Vogue, and ‘lavish deformities’, it merges a bold experimentation with a literary sensibility and a pitch black, plague-bearing playfulness. Taken as a whole, the fragments of the novel gradually congeal to form an image of a hidden, numinous ‘other’ that lies behind the facade of the text – too terrifying to comprehend but in its facets: a being that learns to talk by shaping the stories of its victims. Warewolff! is at once the summary of those encounters, their metamorphosis, and the corrupted, depraved imago that it forces them to be. PRAISE FOR WAREWOLFF! ‘JG Ballard on crack’ Stewart Home, author of 69 Things To Do With A Dead Princess and Blood Rites of the Bourgeoisie ‘Beyond horror or the fictional… these convulsions and reassignments called up from dark time can be thought of as 21st century probabilities, those current realities of public dreaming that we accept as our present conditions’ David Toop, author of Ocean of Sound: Aether Talk, Ambient Sound and Imaginary Worlds