Mean Jack gets the better of both St. Peter and the Devil (and the Devil's two bumpkinish looking demonic sons, Norman and Everett - I wonder why Barth chose those particular names?) in a humorous tale. While not a terrifying Halloween tale, this has enough old New England flavor to pair nicely with Legend Of Sleepy Hollow and Rip Van Winkle , some apple cider and hot popcorn on a cold October night under a yellow pumpkin moon.
Meh. Best part, I thought, was the author's note at the end explaining the source material and different versions of the myth. She also explains that she set this one in her native New England and loosely based Mean Jack on a real character. Without the explanatory note, this would have been a 2 for me. Free read on OpenLibrary.
great old story i always loved how authors can come up with stories like this how mean jack was turned away from heaven and hell cursed to wander forever alone