“Dire Wolf,” by Eric Jubb. Self-published. Paperback, 493 pages.
You really can’t judge a book by its cover. “Dire Wolf,” a new Montana-based novel by Eric Jubb, has a handsome cover with a wolf looking balefully at the reader. The back cover is a lovely shot of Flathead Lake.
It’s what’s in between those covers that causes problems. It’s a promising enough story about an ancient breed of canines that come back to haunt modern Montana and about a wounded veteran who is trying to stop the attacks. But the writing just doesn’t get the job done.
Mr. Jubb relies heavily on dialogue for exposition, which would be tough to pull off even if the dialogue were better. But the dialogue is nowhere near enough to carry the story.
Much of it reads about like this:
“Thanks, Gavin, for the ice cream.”
“You’re welcome, Feather. I’ll see you in the next day or two.”
This is not the sort of dialogue that leaves one hungering for more.
Mr. Jubb does have basic skills, and he seems to have a knack for original ideas. But he still has an apprenticeship to serve before turning out a novel that is worth your time.