I have not yet had the opportunity to read the book, but I will say that it has already lost some potential in my books for the simple fact that is read by Peter Coyote. Coyote?! Really!? It couldn't be a wolf related name. As for some more information about the book please keep reading.
"Rich Shapero’s Wild Animus is the story of a young idealist, Ransom Altman, whose quest for fundamentals drives him to the Alaskan wilderness where, alone with his dangerous ideas, he transforms himself into a wild creature prey to a strangely familiar pack of wolves."
The most pertinent book review for Wild Animus is the following:
EXCELLENT multi-use tool!,
February 27, 2005
This review is from: Wild Animus: A Novel (Paperback)I, like many others, received this book for free. But unlike others, I found this book a delight to have around the house.
It served quite well as a monitor riser for my LCD screen.
My friend and I needed a book to add weight for a tofu press.
Pages 200 to 225 made wonderful firestarters when covered in paraffin wax.
One night, we took the cover and walked around the downtown Seattle area hiding our faces behind it and saying "Wooo, wolf eyes, scawwy wolf eyes", while three people behind us kept asking people "Have you seen the walruses?" in Scooby-Doo voices.
One night we drank too much and began reading the worst prose we could find in voices like Darth Vader and Mickey Mouse over a microphone to loud techno music. People apparently loved this prose more than Lynne Cheney's book on lesbian sexual relationships.
The cat ate pages 123 to 127 when we ran out of catgrass for him to chew.
The door below sometimes slams shut when coming in and out of the apartment, so rather than going out to buy a doorstop, we use the book!
Every so often you can pick a random phrase out of it that makes you howl with laughter.
Handing it to someone who's taken more than six hits of acid in their lifetime and asking them whether it's accurate in the description is highly amusing - especially when you get their faces to screw up like you've just asked them to kill the baby Jesus with a rusty spork.
It is an excellent candidate for book frisbee on a sunny afternoon in the park.
I take it with me when camping in the case that I run out of toilet paper.
Gosh, I'm sure I could find more excellent uses for this most entertaining book. If paper cuts were something desired, I'm sure you could add that as a bonus, since the cheap paper on the books provides HUNDREDS of those to the reader.
However, you might not want to expose your cortex to the language. It puts me in mind of the Douglas Adams characters, the Vogons, whose poetry is only the third worst in the galaxy. That, in of itself, is a distinction.
Like the movie Showgirls, this book is so jaw-droppingly bad that it's an entertaining read just to see how badly a book COULD be written. It's not just a gigantic cliche, it's a cliched parody of every 1960s novel or poem written by every poet or writer seeking truth within the American experience.
So if nothing else, it's a marvelous book to be used for anything except reading.