I read this when it came out, shortly after the success of King's The Green Mile, in 1997. I was at that time reading a lot of King and a few of John Saul's works and really liked the format and the author. The rise of the format was short-lived, though. Saul was clearly banking on the recognition that The Green Mile got, but could not build on it. It's not his fault, as he uses the format much more naturally than King, in it being a semi-episodic form. It was just an odd format for most readers, and that, combined with the added costs of paying for 6 individual issues, led to the downfall of the genre.
Saul himself is also an odd writer. In the horror sphere, he was always more of a rip-off writer, but got massive success from it. And other than his counterparts, he is a very old-school, bourgeois writer, that feels a bit out of time.
Still, I loved him as a teen and so decided to reread The Blackstone Chronicles.
The read for me is filled with nostalgia, but it also didn't age very well. I can appreciate Saul for the pulpy feelings, but at the same time feel a bit uncomfortable with his view on family, women, and, honestly, bourgeois people in general. I just can't take him very seriously anymore.
That said, this first issue of The Blackstone Chronicles, is very effective. The sloppy writing style set aside, it is genuinely creepy (I mean, dolls, right?) and the pace in which things happen is really disturbing.
You can never quite grasp in which year (or even century) this is set. It could as well play in the 50s. But that adds to the charm. And the tropes fit as well. The friendly banker, the slightly mentally challenged love interest. You couldn't write this today; I'm not even sure you could write it in 1997, but, alas, Saul did, and currently I'm still enjoying it.