Derleth sucked as a writer of Lovecraftian pastiches, probably one of the worst. His straight horror is okay, usually, but where he really showed he could write was in his biographical pastoral books about his native Sac Prairie valley. This is an excellent little book, reminiscent of a Ray Bradbury minus the supernatural elements. It is probably a bit too Norman Rockwell at times for modern tastes.

This book looks exactly like an Arkham House release except for the imprint. ( )