I wasn't crazy about this one and I can't exactly put my finger on why. At this point I'm no stranger to the ~150-to-200-ish page horror novella, but this story just couldn't pull me in. 1920's Harlem is an interesting era, I didn't find either of the two protagonists outright unlikable, and the prose and dialogue were fine. I guess there was just nothing here that I hadn't already seen before? My only substantive complaint was that the main protagonist kind of goes through a pretty drastic character change (going so far as to change his name) "off-screen" as it were, and I kind of wish we were privy to a little more of what led to that. I know I often complain about horror books showing too much of their hand, but I feel like this one leaned too far the other way.

Maybe I would've enjoyed this one more if I hadn't already read so much other historical cosmic horror that dealt with race relations in America, but as far as that incredibly niche subgenre goes, this isn't the worst.