Peter Straub's "Ghost Story".
In the heat and humidity, I figured I could do with a light read and some good chills to tide me over. Unfortunately the book didn't deliver any of the latter, but nevertheless provided a fairly good yarn. This is very much so a novel of the Stephen King school of horror: an evil lurking under the faces of people we know and love, slowly unveiling itself and being unveiled by the main protagonists, until it becomes physically and, per the author's definition, emotionally inhuman. Straub actually handled this side of the story quite well, better than King I'd say, as while the "badguy" here suffers from serious hubris, it's nice to see one that's self-aware and making actual choices rather than going by bloodlust, even if it makes it seem rather a lot like a child torturing an animal that has scratched him. Thematically it becomes a grand good VS evil battle, and an ode to personal strength, particularly in not letting the ghosts of your past break you down.
My main problem here was the episodic nature of the novel, despite it telling one coherent story with only a few steps into the past. It resulted in me never feeling any tension, but more like "ah, so now we're licking our wounds and gathering strength for the great big battle" (oh yes, it's one of those novels) and off they go. I enjoyed the plot overall though, and the prose was fairly effective, though the author has a tendency to turn sentences around in a matter that make them feel clumsy. This may be a byproduct of English not being my native language though.
There's plenty of allusions to classics of horror - hell, two of the main characters have the surnames James and Hawthorne - and a few jazz references as well, which might give some idea of the author's sources of inspiration. I doubt I'll ever read more by the author, but he kept me entertained throughout, even if I didn't feel like I got anything else out of his work.