Disappointing, because I really wanted to like this one. There's a lot of potential here - from the postwar New England gothic-ish setting to the idea of recasting Lovecraft's (famously racist) mythos as a condemnation of human intolerance - but Emrys never really does anything with it. The writing was often confusing, and characters seemed to lack, well, character. The setting felt very vague, trapped in a weird in-between space where magic was widely known to be real but also completely hidden and ignored. Even the portrayals of discriminiation, the Big Message of the book as far as I could tell, felt perfunctory. I was just really hoping for something more than I got.