If this summer, you didn’t read a coming-of-age story involving a bunch of kids battling nefarious forces, either temporal or otherworldly during their long-ago summer, did you really even summer? In prior years I’ve read IT, the arguably superlative title in this genre, while last year I read Dan Simmons’ Summer of Night (which I actually enjoyed more than IT). This summer I decided to read Thomas Tryon’s Night of the Moonbow, after coming across an old hardcover edition at a library book sale. His folk horror novels The Other and Harvest Home are two of my favourites of the genre, so I had high hopes. But sadly, I did not like it all that much. There aren’t really any horrors, not counting the cruelties and bigotries that men can be so prone to, and the setting of a New England summer camp in 1938 while so evocative of the locale and in some ways, the social mores and slang of the time, needed a bit less of the ordinary terrors and more of the supernatural sort.