This volume was a disappointment. His novels are far better. The most successful pieces are pastiche of Stephen King and in these cases he manages to produce something which is pretty much as good as the original - given that King's output is uneven to say the least. However, his attempts to cover the great English ghost story writers like MR James are not up to scratch. He is far more comfortable with Americana than with the world of repressed Oxbridge dons being plagued by strange visions while on brass-rubbing holidays in East Anglia. I don't have the book handy, but in one of the stories a tomb is found with an early date on it - something like 976 AD. Anyone with even a basic knowledge of these matters would realise that AD time wasn't widely used until centuries later - I feel the ghost of MR James tutting loudly from beyond the grave.