When you read a book, particularly a novel, it's easy to get immersed
in the narrative and forget that the writer is out there with a tool
kit, picking up prose pliers and spanners to assemble those words,
one by one, into the sleek vehicle that carries you away into the
reading experience. All the protocols that help a writer assemble
mere words into something far greater than mere words are so familiar
to most readers that they’ve become invisible. Similes, metaphors,
dialogue, plot points, characterization, narrative perspectives,
that whole mess of things with which writers craft the whole of a
story, a book, a novel – they vanish the second we actually
start reading the first paragraph.
But what if there are no paragraphs? What happens when the primary tool
a writer uses is so unfamiliar to readers that a glance at the page makes
it glaringly obvious that the reader is being written to? The game is
changed. All the norms we accept without question are now exposed for
what they are; prose devices meant to trick the reader into reading and
sublimating his thoughts into the reading experience crafted by the writer.
If we're faced with something unfamiliar, we're forced to accept the
notion that we're engaging in a contract with the writer; they write,
'Sharp Teeth' by Toby Barlow is written in free verse. With the first
line on the first page, readers are made aware that they're engaged in
an unnatural act, that of reading.
"Let's sing about the man there
at the breakfast table"
That first line break is indeed a make-or-break deal for many readers,
but it shouldn’t be. Barlow crafts his reading experience with
an under-used building block, but 'Sharp Teeth' delivers in spades and
frankly, makes you wish more writers would bring the sort of control
that he brings to this exciting and delightful first novel. At first
all that white space on the page seems alien. But beyond the line breaks,
'Sharp Teeth' is otherwise a normal novel, albeit one that's filled with
blood, mystery and some very engaging love stories that even a guy can
The plotting for 'Sharp Teeth' is complicated but not overly unusual – beyond
the fact that many of the characters are werewolves. Anthony, the man
at the breakfast table, is looking for a job and manages to pick up one
as a dogcatcher. That night, he meets a woman at a bar who buys him a
drink, and she seems both interesting and interested. Lark is the male
leader of a pack of werewolves. The woman with whom Anthony had a drink
used to be the lone female in his pack of werewolves. Her departure puts
one of his master plans on hold while he finds out where she went. Others
move forward, and faster as he find there are other packs in LA. People
die, and a lone cop starts to sense that something's amiss with the dogcatchers
and the dogs. He gets phone calls directing his attention to Lark, Anthony,
the woman. Paths cross, double-cross and converge. Dogs play bridge and
This is a novel about werewolves, but it doesn't limit itself with lots
of genre trappings. The supernatural is handled with total restraint
and vivid clarity. Barlow's werewolves are not enslaved to the moon to
drive their transformation; they can change at will. They don’t
change into wolves, per se, but something like large and fairly fierce,
if need be, dogs. We find out enough history to understand the backdrop
but not so much as to confuse matters. Barlow's hidden world of werewolves
lies comfortably under the real world. Barlow uses the supernatural tropes
with the same ease and intent that he uses the free verse format; to
tell an exciting story in an exciting manner.
Because the plot for 'Sharp Teeth' is complex even for a supernatural
mystery, readers need great characters to rein in their attention. Barlow
succeeds at creating and managing a large cast of characters, some of
whom are merely human. Anthony is an engaging everyman, like most of
the characters, barely making ends meet at the bottom of the social ladder.
His new girlfriend is trying to escape from her old life, but some habits
die hard, especially those that involve hunting and killing and the utter
freedom of being a werewolf in the canine form. Lark looks as if he'll
be more of a background character than he turns out to be as the plot
unfolds, and we as readers enjoy his low-key ambition. Lark sends two
his pack, Cutter and Blue, into the world of tournament bridge, and their
adventures are just delightful. Peabody is the lone cop who twigs to
a connection between the dog packs and some meth labs. Threading all
together are superbly crafted emotional ties that keep the reader riveted
no matter where or with whom you are in the story.
For all the complexity, for all the well wrought emotion that Barlow
brings to 'Sharp Teeth', the free verse proves to be the perfect format.
On one hand, the "cantos," I guess you'd call them are like
super-short chapters. This makes the book alarmingly easy to read, and
it reads like lightning. It doesn't seem like you're reading free verse.
But Barlow does use his line breaks and his pacing and even, once in
a very great while, meter and rhyme, to excellent effect. 'Sharp Teeth'
is written in free verse for a reason – Barlow is able to tell
a complicated story in an abridged format. Had this been a "normal" novel,
it might have been much longer and more difficult to suss. As it stands,
it's tighter than a noose at noon, with plot and character rewards that
will remain in your memory long after you've finished the book. And that's
the big deal; when you finish 'Sharp Teeth', you'll realize that you've
just read a great novel in free verse. Sure, it needed to be written
this way; all those threads needed more careful weaving than the normal
superstructure of a novel could support. But in the final analysis, 'Sharp
Teeth' is an excellent, if unusual, love story and mystery.