Revisiting Cycle of the Werewolf by Richard Chizmar

THAT WAS THEN…

Cycle of the Werewolf was yet another Carol’s Used Bookstore find for me. I had somehow completely missed the spring 1985 release, so when I stumbled upon a used copy of the Signet trade paperback on the crowded shelves at Carol’s it was a total surprise to me – and what a wonderful surprise it turned out to be!

cycle of the werewolfI had recently wrapped up my sophomore year in college and was heading to the beach the next day to decompress. I’d just been named to the All-America team for lacrosse and was looking forward to a much-needed week of rest and celebration. I stopped at Carol’s the evening before my departure for some beach reading, and there was Cycle of the Werewolf, crammed high on a dusty shelf, just waiting for me.

Clocking in at a mere 127 pages, Cycle was a slender volume, especially compared to my earlier Stephen King reads. That was my first impression, and I remember feeling mild disappointment because it was so short. But then I opened the glossy, black cover and flipped a couple pages, and that feeling went away pretty darn fast.

There was artwork inside – both color and black-and-white illustrations – and so much of it! In fact, I couldn’t turn more than a page or two without being confronted with yet another magnificent, visual feast. Full-page paintings, two-page spreads, even spot art! I flipped back to the cover and saw that the illustrator was a guy named Bernie Wrightson. I made a mental note to remember his name (not realizing at the time that I already knew his amazing work from many previous comic book excursions).

And then there was the story…boy, what a fun, old-fashioned story. I couldn’t even remember the last werewolf novel I had read, much less one presented in such a unique manner.

Imaginatively told in twelve short chapters – one for each month of the year – King gathers us around a blazing campfire, sits us down, and tells us the story of Tarker’s Mills, a small New England town besieged by mysterious killings. All committed under the glow of a rising full moon. And while the title might give away the kind of monster that is prowling Tarker’s Mills streets, King manages to cleverly keep the killer’s identity a secret until the later fourth of the book. Throw in a brave, young hero in a wheelchair with a bossy older sister (keep in mind, I had three bossy older sisters growing up) and a very cool Uncle Al (I also had one of those; I miss you Uncle Teddy!), and I was hooked.

Suffice to say, my copy of Cycle of the Werewolf never made it to the beach that long ago summer. I devoured it in one sitting the same evening I brought it home. To my delight, there were plenty of scares and buckets of bloodshed to be found, but truthfully I wouldn’t have even cared if there were no werewolf or monster of any kind.

Like so many other Stephen King creations, Cycle of the Werewolf was, for me, a triumph of characterization and atmosphere. As much about the dark secrets and daily goings-on of small town life (Tarker’s Mills, like the town of ‘Salem’s Lot, was home to a lot of interesting folks; some good, some not-so-good) as it was an adventure story about a young boy’s coming of age, Cycle of the Werewolf hit all the right buttons for me.

A creepy and interesting story? Check.

Atmosphere so finely-layered that I could feel the January sleet pelting my face? Hear the April wind whispering high in the trees that border the Tarker’s Mills park? See the orange tint of moonglow on my arms from a fat full moon rising in the October sky? Check, check, and check.

And the people of Tarker’s Mills…where do I even start?

Of course, I adored Marty Coslow and his black-sheep Uncle Al, but once again I found myself just as fascinated by King’s grand cast of minor characters; townsfolk such as Stella Randolph and town librarian (and occasional wife-beater), Milt Sturmfuller; barmaid Elise Fournier and Constable Neary; kite-flying Brady Kincaid and the Reverend Lester Lowe; the Chat ‘n Chew’s owner, Alfie Knopfler and Tarker’s Mills barber, Stan Pelky.

There are dozens of others – how King can paint such a vivid picture of an entire town and its inhabitants in so few words is an enduring mystery to me – and I remember them all.

Cycle of the Werewolf is their story, after all.

Tarker’s Mill is their home.

I was just visiting.

THIS IS NOW…

Revisiting Cycle of the Werewolf after all these years, I’m struck by how much has changed in my life since that initial reading – and how much has remained the same.

Back then, I had no idea that Cycle was originally written as a longish story to be featured in a calendar – hence the twelve monthly chapters and the abundance of artwork. Or that the calendar concept eventually mutated into an even cooler idea, a nifty, oversized, illustrated limited edition from The Land of Enchantment Press. It’s still one of the most beautiful editions in my library.

And as for the artist – that Bernie Wrightson fellow – I certainly had not an inkling that I would one day become friends with Bernie or that I would hire him to illustrate my own horror magazine and my very own Stephen King limited edition of From A Buick 8 or for goodness sake, that my writing buddy, John Schaech, and I would share a long and laughter-filled evening with Bernie and mutual friend Frank Darabont at a Beverly Hills restaurant.

I mean, c’mon, folks, I was a dreamer…but I didn’t dream that big!

Reading Cycle of the Werewolf now, I can understand why some critics dismiss it as a minor entry in Stephen King’s legendary canon – it’s certainly a short and simplistic tale – but it will always hold a special place in my heart.

It was one of the first Stephen King books I gave my oldest son, Billy, to read – and he adored it. The film version of Cycle of the Werewolf was both of my sons’ first R-rated movie – watched on a long ago New Year’s Eve, snuggled in front of a roaring fire, with plenty of snacks, and the lights off. The ideal setting to watch an old-fashioned, campfire tale.

And, for me, that’s the charm of Cycle of the Werewolf. It’s not pretentious storytelling; it doesn’t pretend to be anything it’s not. It’s just a creepy, solidly-told story of small town life in New England…with a werewolf thrown in for fun. It’s told swiftly and with great economy and affection, and I’ve learned a lot from it as a writer. I’m still learning from it.

My sole regret when it comes to Cycle of the Werewolf…I wish I owned some of the original Bernie Wrightson artwork from the book and it was hanging on my office wall.

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SCARIEST SCENE…

There are a number of creepy scenes that follow in Cycle of the Werewolf – the kite-flying scene with Brady Kincaid, the Fourth of July attack on Marty, and the Halloween night reveal of the killer all rush to mind – but, for me, the most frightening occurs right at the opening of the book:

Outside the wind rises to a shrill scream. Westrum raises his head uneasily, and then looks back down at his game again. It is only the wind, after all…

But the wind doesn’t scratch at doors…and whine to be let in.

He gets up, a tall, lanky man in a wool jacket and railroad coveralls, a Camel cigarette jutting from one corner of his mouth, his seamed New England face lit in soft orange tones by the kerosene lantern which hangs on the wall.

The scratching comes again. Someone’s dog, he thinks, lost and wanting to be let in. That’s all it is…but still, he pauses. It would be inhuman to leave it out there in the cold, he thinks – but still he hesitates. A cold finger of fear is probing just below his heart. This has been a bad season in Tarker’s Mills; there have been omens of evil on the land. Arnie has his father’s Welsh blood strong in his veins, and he doesn’t like the feel of things.

Before he can decide what to do about his visitor, the low-pitched whining rises to a snarl. There is a thud as something incredibly heavy hits the door…draws back…hits again. The door trembles in its frame, and a puff of snow billows in from the top.

Arnie Westrum stares around, looking for something to shore it up with, but before he can do more than reach for the flimsy chair he has been sitting in, the snarling thing strikes the door again with incredible force, splintering it from top to bottom.

It holds for a moment longer, bowed in on a vertical line, and lodged in it, kicking and lunging, its snout wrinkled back in a snarl, its yellow eyes blazing, is the biggest wolf Arnie has ever seen…

And its snarls sound terribly like human words.

The door splinters, groans, gives. In a moment the thing will be inside.

Suspenseful and scary as heck – how can you not keep turning the pages?!

FAVORITE SCENE…

Easy pick for me – the scene where Uncle Al saves Marty’s Fourth of July celebration by sneaking him a cellophane package full of fireworks. What little kid doesn’t love fireworks? I know I sure did.

FAVORITE LINE..

I’m going to cheat on this one, and I’m going to cheat something fierce. Too many favorite lines, and while most of them are fairly simplistic, they do a wonderful job of setting the tone, painting a picture, and creating atmosphere. Here’s a favorite line from each of the twelve chapters, courtesy of your big, fat cheater:

January – But the wind doesn’t scratch at doors…and whine to be let in.

February – Love is like dying.

March – The town keeps its secrets.

April – The wolf is running toward him, running on two legs, its shaggy pelt painted orange with moonfire, its eyes glaring green lamps, and in one paw – a paw with human fingers and claws where the nails should be – is Brady’s Vulture kite.

May – Spring has come back again – and this year, the Beast has come with it.

June – Moonlight is the last thing Alfie sees.

July – And while his parents stewed and wondered about his psyche, and if he would have complexes from the experience, Marty Coslaw came to believe in his heart that it had been the best Fourth of all.

August – So the town holds its breath, waiting.

September – Then the clouds grow thicker, and the moon disappears…yet it is there; the tides twenty miles out of Tarker’s Mills feel its pull and so, closer to home, does the beast.

October – He sleeps the deep, dreamless sleep of the very young, while outside the river of wind blows over Tarker’s Mills, washing out October and bringing in cold, star-shot November, autumn’s iron mouth.

November – And what happens later that night might be a judgment from God, or a jest of those older gods that men worshipped from the safety of stone circles on moonlit nights – oh, it’s funny all right, pretty funny, because Lowe has gone all the way to Portland to become the Beast, and the man he ends up ripping open on that snowy November night is Milt Sturmfuller, a lifelong resident of Tarker’s Mills…and perhaps God is just after all, because if there is a first-class grade-A shit in Tarker’s Mills, it is Milt Sturmfuller.

December – Magically, the beast’s other eye blows out like a candle in a stormwind!

SCENE THAT STILL MAKES ME CRINGE…

Another easy one for me – pretty much the entire February chapter focusing on lonely virgin Stella Randolph. In what could otherwise be safely marketed as a young adult book, the tragic story of Stella Randolph’s sad, solitary life – marked by jokes and sniggers behind her back, her failing Set ‘n Sew shop, and her mailing of twenty Valentines to herself (including those from Paul Newman and John Travolta) – broke my heart into pieces. Only her death is more tragic than her life, and the final sentence of the chapter is devastating.

CHARACTER I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO…

I’m tempted to say Uncle Al, because Al is one cool dude and I’m sure he got up to something interesting and scandalous…but of course I have to go for Marty Coslaw. Marty is pretty darn cool himself.

START DATE – October 31, 2015

FINISH DATE – October 31, 2015


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8 comments

  • Lou Sytsma

    This is one of the ones that fell throught my awareness net. Didn’t know the book existed until I saw the movie – Silver Bullet. King sure does create that small town feeling at ease. The Reverend in this one seem like a forerunner to the one we got in Revival.

    As always, thanks for sharing your thoughts – interesting before and now viewpoints.

  • Terry Emery

    Rich, last year at Baltimore Comic Con, Bernie had a few pieces of Cycle artwork for sale in his portfolio. What I saw looked like preliminary sketches, but at least something was still available. I bet if you contact him, he could hook you up with something that is related, even if it isn’t a piece that made the final book.

    I’m loving these re-read commentaries. Keep up the good work.

  • Adam Hall

    Great essay, Richard! I first read this one in December of 2007 in the span of a couple of very cold days. The book’s creepy atmosphere resonated very well with the cold winter nights I spent reading this book.

    I first stumbled upon this book very early on in my days of discovering King’s works in the stacks at my public library, but I never read it until I found it one day at a bookstore. It was a rare sighting because I had only ever seen it at the library before. I quickly snatched it before anybody else could get it, paid for it, and then took it home to read it. I love a good werewolf story and this one certainly did not disappoint.

    Upon revisiting it, I also had learned in the years after my initial reading that the story was originally going to be published as a calendar, so the one chapter per month thing made a lot more sense to me this time around. And I loved Marty Coslaw’s character even more this time around and I loved his relationship with Uncle Al. I think you connect with those kinds of bonds and relationships a lot more as you get older.

    The book is short and sweet, but in my opinion, it is one of King’s most underrated works and shouldn’t be overlooked so much. It’s creepy, suspenseful, it has great and colorful characters, and it has a great small town setting. Everything you have come to expect from a King novel.

  • JoDon E. Garringer

    I understand the allure of this book (great graphics, intriguing concept, etc…), but it just didn’t really resonate with me. I was hoping this round would be better than my first reading several years ago, but all I wanted to do was finish it so I could “check it off the list” and move on to Pet Sematary!!

  • Wanda Maynard

    Great!! As always Richard. That brought the movie SILVER BULLET back to me. That book, Cycle of the Werewolf, was some scary stuff.

  • I was lucky to get a copy of the original Land of Enchantment pressing of this fun to read book. Thirty-five dollars in 1983 was a lot for a book. Now how about a reprint from Cemetery Dance? I’d buy a copy!

  • Jim Bocchinfuso

    I second Ron’s request for a Cycle of the Werewolf CD limited!! I would love to finally own a high-quality hardcover version. I’ve often contemplated buying one of those “library binding” versions (and still have one sitting in my Amazon cart waiting for me to pull the trigger). I’d gladly give that money to you instead!

    On the review, great as always Richard! I really look forward to Bev’s and your columns! One thing though, you might want to add a Spoiler Alert, for those who somehow missed reading this one since one of your Favorite Lines gives away the monster’s identity.

  • Steve Snead

    Great write up. It brought up images for me from the book. It may not be the most highly regarded but, it certainly sums up much of what makes Stephen King so memorable. He draws New England towns in such a way that even though I’m from rural Alabama I feel like he’s talking about towns I’ve known.

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