A review by gerhard
The Ballad of Ballard and Sandrine by Peter Straub

4.0

This is a nasty little shocker that reminds one just how masterful Straub is at evoking the ineffable. I am not entirely sure that what I read here made sense; except to say that, on a deeply visceral level, the truly disturbing images he evokes will flicker in my mind’s eye for a long time to come, like a strobe light in hell. “If you were experiencing a little difficulty with a dragon, Ballard was the man for you.” One could very well say the exact same thing about Straub.