


Dismissing it as a fairy tale, Abe and Dan head to the creek anyway, where they will find out that the story isn’t just a story. On the way, they pop into their usual diner only for the chef, Howard, to tell them a long and chilling tale warning them away from the Creek they intend to fish, a tale steeped in history and folklore and existential horror. One day, Dan suggests they fish Dutchman’s Creek, which Abe has never heard of but agrees to despite Dan’s suspicious manner. When, years later, a co-worker called Dan loses his family in a terrible accident, Abe invites him to partake in the only practice that has brought him some solace, and the two form a friendship. The Fisherman follows the story of Abe, a middle-aged widower who takes up fishing to help heal the loss of his wife, Marie. But there are times you pull something out of the water for which there’s no accounting, the only remnant of a story whose contours are a mystery.” From its size and strength, I guessed it might be a carp, which was not a fish I’d anticipated running into here. It certainly wasn’t a trout, or a bass, or any of the panfish. One name that came up time and again was John Langan, whose novel The Fisherman was mentioned alongside greats like Shirley Jackson and M.

Wanting to get back to some sci-fi, fantasy and horror, I’ve been looking for some titles that might appeal to my more weird and literary leanings. It’s been a pretty literary year, all told, and genre fiction is something I’ve neglected.
