John Lagan's The Fisherman
Sometimes a novel sneaks up on you. The Fisherman by John Langan has just done that to me. Advance reviews had suggested that I would probably like it. Definitely worth a try. The Kindle edition was reasonably priced, I thought. Heck, hit the BUY NOW button. I am glad I did.
Yes, it is a horror novel of sorts. Just as much, I’d say, it is a regional novel. In the best sense. Writers as diverse as Gabriel Garcia-Marquez, Stephen King, John Irving, and William Faulkner write regional novels. And like Langan in this novel, they too dip into horror from time to time.
Jonathan Bryan May and son, 1957
For the last big May Family reunion in 1981, my father wrote down his memories of growing up on the old plantation. This document is probably the last and longest memoir of those days and of my grandparents Jonathan Brooks and Nicie Elizabeth Kinnaird May. Thinking of the upcoming May Reunion of April 30, I decided that it might be a good idea to post this in one of my blogs.
As you will see, he was a man of his times. He also was a man who, in the words of the old song that if you remember it will probably date you, preferred to "accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative." These are memories looking backward through glasses made rosy by time. But I don't mind, and I don't think you will either.
The Spanish meal had to be postponed from April 28 because of tornado threat. Let me tell, you, it was worth waiting for!