What I'm reading right now is Ramsey Campbell's The Overnight. I'm also reading Dave McKean's Cages.

Straight Cut was good--a solid, well-crafted novel that moves assuredly through crime territory, with plenty of local color (some of it takes place in Italy) and plenty of attention to detail (the narrator works as a film editor) and even some Kieerkegard. There's also this passage, which is fantastic:

It seems my luck to see things structurally, and I picture our first greedy love as a sort of core, an inner ring, a spot where something fell and started ripples.

Look up: stanchion, block and tackle.