"Wray returns with a masterly opus of Florida metalheads . . . Wray writes about music with the enthusiasm of a fan and the precision of a critic, packing the pages with spot-on details and cannily capturing the allure of extreme music. The pages of this anthem are as uncompromising as the music they depict."

—Publishers Weekly (starred review)

"Wray deftly captures teenage alienation, the precarity of adolescence, and the way multiple subgenres of metal can provide solace . . . Wray is gifted at capturing the dynamics of difficult friendships . . . A giddy, harrowing, manic, and often dark coming-of-age tale." 

—Kirkus Reviews

“In Gone to the Wolves, John Wray delves so deep into rock ‘n’ roll’s heart of darkness that it’s a wonder he made it out alive. There’s never been a novel like this.” 

—Marlon James, author of Moon Witch, Spider King

“Riveting and electric. Wray’s brilliant new novel is both a page-turner and an elegant meditation on how far we’d go for our allegiances.”

—Emily St. John Mandel, author of Station Eleven

“A hair-raising, head-banging, meet-the-Devil epic tale of love, youth and rock and roll. Get in the car and go for a ride: Gone to the Wolves is one hell of a good time.”

—Andrew Sean Greer, Pulitzer Prize winning author of Less Is Lost

“Gone To The Wolves is a love letter to metal that captures both its brutal kinetics and its nearness to the sublime.”

—Raven Leilani, author of Luster

“A wild somersault of a book with pitch perfect humor and pitch black darkness. Wray, a foremost cartographer of the weird, writes with nonchalance and grace, delighting at every turn.”

—Catherine Lacey, author of Pew and Nobody Is Ever Missing

“Gone to the Wolves delivers the gorgeous head rush of an underground metal show, in the company of darkly charismatic people who may or may not be murderers, at no actual risk to life and limb. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted from moshing without having to get off your sofa. John Wray writes too damn well!”

—Susan Choi, author of Trust Exercise