So, this is the third Jacobi collection I've read now, and I'm sorry to say I'm really not sure what the appeal is. To be fair, while Jacobi often approaches his standard pulp horror tropes uniquely and from unusual angles, there rarely is any satisfying payoff: many tales start out with unique premises but end up down conventional routes; some being so painfully rote and by the numbers one can tell exactly where they're headed within a couple of pages. Other stories remain true to their offbeat obliqueness, but come off as so low-key and uneventful that I'm left feeling I missed something somewhere; some readers have compared Jacobi to the notoriously ambiguous Robert Aickman, another writer who has been a source of some frustration, but with Jacobi, unengaged as I became reading his seemingly-conventional stories, I often come to the finale feeling that I am either not reading enough, or perhaps reading far too much, into it. However, I have yet to read Jacobi's earliest, most highly-regarded fiction - although I am looking forward to it - and perhaps my evaluation will change after that.