The Sacred Book of the Werewolf by Victor Pelevin

Pelevin has little use for that rule of good writing, "show, don't tell", as his characters often seem little more than props for Pelevin's extensive metaphysical soliloquies. However, Pelevin's respective takes on existential dilemmas, the Russian soul, and globalization have enough flair and substance that one can forgive him for using this novel as his personal soapbox. Throw in some horny were-creatures and a lot of intellectual name dropping (Camille Paglia!) and you've got the makings of some fine beach reading for the intellectual set, or is that the intelligentsia? (read the book and you'll get the joke) Recommended.