The Fisherman

Oh my goodness, why did it take me so long to read this? Literary cosmic horror is my happy place, and I already knew I liked Langan from his great novelette “Technicolor.”

The narrative structure is complex, echoing Lovecraft, Machen, etc., where the original narrator digs down a few layers into others' accounts as well as recounting a personal experience. Abe starts his tale, then a lengthy section involves Howard (haha), the cook at Herman's (haha), telling a story told to him by a minister, who heard it from an elderly lady finally disclosing a family secret as she neared death. That sounds ridiculously byzantine, but it flows naturally and is pretty easy to follow - a mark of a skilled writer.

The characters really ring true, and the depictions of grief and loss are poignant. Lottie's tale is the real meat of the story, with Abe's connection to it providing a frame, and an opportunity for the creeping dread to get very immediate and horrifying, once we've been primed by the old timey tale told third-hand.

I found that I knew pretty much where this was going early on, but it didn't detract from the experience at all. This isn't about any big new plot ideas (it clearly riffs on W.W. Jacobs and Stephen King), but about the specifics, the atmosphere, and the people involved. And lord, some of those specifics! Langan skillfully takes the ideas and mood of cosmic horror and reifies them with inventive and harrowing details.

First impressions: I've been reading a lot of r/horrorlit recommendations because the readers there seem to have a recommendation for any setting you might be looking for. I picked this up after seeing it as inspiration for [b:This Thing Between Us 56269269 This Thing Between Us Gus Moreno https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1618452978l/56269269.SY75.jpg 87659806]. Both books explore grief through horror, which I am discovering is something I really seek out. This doesn't come close to that book for me. I had a good time with the story-within-a-story telling but need a break from men writing about women for a bit. Spoilering ahead because of plot & by describing the stuff that irked me the most I am telling a piece of the ending.Abe introduces us to his life as well as the loss of his wife, Marie. He finds solace in fishing, and it gives him just what he needs in order to get up every day after such a loss. When his coworker Dan loses his whole family, he becomes a companion to Abe when they go fishing. Dan recommends a trip to Dutchman's Creek, although it's in no fishing guides. On the way there, they get rained out and end up eating breakfast at a diner. Howard, the cook, learns where they are headed and gives the men a story of warning. Howard's tale of Der Fischer is what really shined the most to me. Although Abe was just gearing up to talk about his own personal horrors with Dutchman's Creek, Howard's retelling of Lottie's story is where the story shines the most to me. It is also where the horrors of the creek-to-be are introduced. The imagery of the situations this community ends up having to face is really horrifying.It isn't until we go back to Abe again after he has heard his cautionary tale that it stops working for me. Naturally, the guys still end up going to the creek. I was doing alright up until not-Marie appeared. Of course she shows up naked (when Helen reappeared after her death in the village, she was clothed, I'm pretty sure) So what does Abe do right off the rip? Bang his wife that at this point has been dead for years. Afterwards, he witnesses what she truly is. So with his knowledge that it isn't really his wife, he is still remarking on her ass cheeks as he's following her to the dark ocean. I don't know what I expected with him coming face to face with a wrong version of his loved one but it wasn't that. It just seemed like a moment that wouldn't have been about sex that devolved into one anyway.

The Fisherman by John Langan

“A story doesn't have to be fitted like some of pre - fabricated house - no, it's got to go its own way - but it does have to flow. Even a tale as black as this has its course”The Fisherman is a masterful tale of suspense and eldritch terror. Langan's tale of grief, horror and otherworldly horrors is an absolute masterpiece. This booked deprived me of sleep as I could not put it down and had to read well into the night to find out what happened next.The story revolves around Abraham or ‘Abe', as he tells us in the first line of the book, and Dan. When Abe's wife dies from cancer, he finds solace and relief from his grief in the gentle art of fishing. He finds that it quiets his mind and helps him get through the grief. When Dan, a colleague at work experiences a sudden bereavement, Abe offers his hand in friendship, the two form an unlikely bond, borne out of their shared grief. One Day, Dan unexpectedly suggests a change to their normal fishing trips and suggests a trip to an unknown stretch of water, called Dutchman's Creek. It's on their journey to Dutchman's Creek that the strange tale of how the unmapped stretch of water got it's name, when they stop in fisherman's diner. The horrific tale is told to them - as a warning.As I said earlier, this book is a masterpiece of suspense. The book is essentially two stories, the tale of Abe and Dan, and also the history of Dutchman's Creek and the terrifying events that surround it.Whilst, essentially these seem like two diverging tales. Langan skillfully weaves and interlocks the two stories into a fantastic ending that sent me searching for more of this author's work.In addition to two stories, the story is told from two different perspectives. Firstly Abe's, and then Howard, the owner of the diner which Abe and Dan visit on their way to Dutchman's Creek, who tells them the events surrounding how the creek got its name. For the final act of the book, we return to Abe and the initial story. This altering of the narrator, crafts the idea that there is a story within a story so effectively that you do not notice the shift of tone, but it makes it all the more compelling as you wonder how this has an effect on the main story. The initial story is set in the modern world of computers and IBM. However, there is a complete contrast of the second story which is set at the time of the construction of the Ashoken Reservoir, whose employees are mainly immigrants to America who bring their own folklore and customs. The prose that Langan writes is not too difficult, but it is hard to define his style. Whilst, it can be quite literary at times with passages of description, for anyone who is familiar with Lovecraft, this should not be too difficult to get your head around. In some ways, Langan's style is reminiscent of Stephen king and Shirley Jackson (he is on the Board of the Shirley Jackson Awards) in that he slowly layers the uneasiness constantly throughout his story until the story reaches a crescendo. Essentially, though, this is a human story of how grief affects us and what we would not do to have that final day with those who have passed. For me, I would recommend this book to anyone (and have to anyone who will listen) as one of the best horror novels of recent years and I do not say this lightly.If you liked this review, please check out some of my other reviews on my website, fantasybooknerd at www.ahordeoffantasy.blogspot.com