Review: The Fisherman

4 stars. Okay, a reread! Exciting. I read this for the first time years and years ago, and it didn't hit me right. I decided to try again because I find hype for it everywhere. I couldn't remember much (except for the black ocean - that I 100% remembered), and I have to say reading it this time around was a totally different experience. I've always been into horror but I'm officially in my ~ horror era ~ and I actually think having a few more cosmics under my belt has given me a more open mind. I don't think I was ready before for something so mature, or so weird, or so think-y.

It's about two grieving colleagues who slowly find a sort of friendship through fishing. They decide to check out a mysterious spot called Dutchman's Creek, but when they stop for food on their way, the diner's owner warns them to stay away. He tells them a tale, a tale that weaves the history of the land with the darker folklore of its people. A tale that will ultimately change the lives of both men forever (ooooh that was so cheesy but forgive a poor wrap-up it's Monday).

This time, moments really stood out. I was unsettled. I was intrigued. I was impressed with the sheer creativity of it all. I truly don't think there's anything out there like this. I still think the structure could maybe be improved, and the writing could use a quick polish, but those moments, dude, the ones that stood out - those are going to stick with me. Images like a head in the water, the look in a man's eye who has lost everything, a desperate and battered arm wildly seeking its children through a door, black flakes on a man's face, a door knocker, a silver kitchen knife. 

Many, many readers love to point out and praise this book's depiction of grief as a central premise and harrowing theme. Those who don't get spooked get knocked over by the heartbreak in this story. And it's really, really compelling, deep, sad stuff. But what popped out to me this time were some of the smaller explorations around culture, identity, evolution, a middle-aged coming-of-age, weakness, strength, and choice. The central "evil" in this book is a little on the ambiguous side, and the actions of the "bad guys" are all understandable and even, maybe in some worlds, justified. I love that. It's different.

I didn't find it boring, or slow, or meandering. I didn't find it cliched, and I wasn't put off by a certain scene depicting intimate fishy relations. I didn't find it perfect, but I looked forward to picking it up, and I loved meeting a character like Abe again (Abe is undeniably a character you root for, feel for, cry with, laugh with, want to hang out with). I'm so glad I reread this, and that I enjoyed it - I love the idea that my taste buds can change and grow and expand along with me (within reason lol). That ending broke my fucking heart, too. 

I want this to be the type of book that gets studied in literature classes. It deserves its passionate fans, it deserves to be picked apart and raved about and criticized and I want to go to a gathering of The Fisherman fans so we can all discuss and have beers and burgers and tell dark fairy tales and get freaked out by black puddles in the street. I'm here for the weird. Bumping things up to 4 stars. 

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