Every fall, I get an urge to read a good horror story. Preferably nothing gory, but rife with horrific oddities and chill-inducing moments. I’ll award bonus points if it’s got Lovecraftian intrigue and bizarre pseudo-history. And at the heart of it all, I want a good story.
The Fisherman by John LanganĀ checks all of the boxes, draws a few new boxes I didn’t realize belonged on the quiz, and checks them for good measure. It’s creepy. It’s chilling. And it’s fantastic, in every sense of the word.