Every year, I try to discover new authors based on recommendations or just pure browsing, and every now and then I find a gem that changes me to the core. Not necessarily because that particular book is superior to the others (so many great books are out there), but because it touches my dark soul the most, because it pushes all my buttons. Let me introduce you to John Langan’s mighty novel, The Fisherman.
The Horror of Bologorsk is one of my most successful pieces in traditional publishing terms. It’s been published twice and earned me a semi-pro payment (if you think I could quit my job and live on the Canary Islands, think again — it was enough for the electricity bill, though). Which reminds of the following Stephen King quote: “If you wrote something for which someone sent you a check, if you cashed the check and it didn’t bounce, and if you then paid the light bill with the money, I consider you talented.” Never fails to cheer me up.
It seems right that my first story-origins post is about this novella.