lost boy, lost girl
by Peter Straub
In the quiet, cozy little town of Millhaven, nothing is ever as it seems. Nancy Underhill, loving wife and mother, commits suicide without apparent reason. One week later, her son Mark disappears from sight. While most speculate that Mark is but the latest victim of the so-called Sherman Park Killer, others believe he has run away, emotionally scarred from having discovered his mother’s body in such disrepair. Mark’s uncle—famed horror novelist Timothy Underhill—arrives from New York to offer sympathy and support to his estranged brother Philip. Due to Timothy’s special way of thinking and seeing the world—through the eyes of a character in a book—he suspects that there is more to the story than the rest of the town is seeing, and he’ll be damned if he’s going to let the truth slip away.
It’s a haunted house tale. It’s a ghost story. It’s a murder mystery. Hell, it’s two murder mysteries. It’s all of these, in fact, rolled into one. Peter Straub’s effortless weaving of multiple stories and genres into one fascinating tale that not only entices and entertains but seems perfectly plausible as well once again proves that he is the most intelligent and under-appreciated horror author today. And readers of his other works will be thrilled with the return of both Timothy Underhill and the reclusive detective Tom Pasmore, easily two of the greatest characters in modern fiction.
Switching from e-mails and journal entries to first person perspective and omniscient narration without missing a beat, you’ll be asking the same question that Neil Gaiman did upon reading lost boy, lost girl: “How the hell does he do that?”
Forget Koontz. Forget even Stephen. Straub is, without a doubt, the reigning King of horror.