
Now and again, throughout life - and I'm 60 - one comes across books that are landmarks in one's reading reality. And 'Grin of the Dark' by Ramsey Campbell is - for me - one such book.
This is a fine example of what I call 'magic fiction' (as opposed to 'magic realism') -- and there is a subliminal intertitle in the book that eventually clinched it for me: He who opens the portal is the portal. But it turned out not to be subliminal at all. Life itself is perhaps an intertitle.