"Baker also shows that Wheatley’s apparently profound learning in the black arts was mainly a matter of deft note-taking or good old fashioned plagiarism. Until 1934, when he hit on the fresh idea of combining the traditional spooky tale with lots of car chases and hand-grenade attacks, Wheatley had shown next to no interest in matters occult." (Kevin Jackson, The Sunday Times Review)
Strike a light, who would've thought, eh? Wonder if there'll be any mention of Wheatley's long time pal Charles Birkin? And who is this Major "Shitty Bill" Inglis character when he's at home? This sounds like a bit of a must read to say the least.
From the first, I set myself against "literature"; the story was the thing, and no amount of style could persuade me to select a story that lacked genuine, unadulterated horror. For those who wanted something high-brow there was plenty.