Review: The Fisherman All the same, those details. If, as the saying goes, that’s where the devil is, then half of hell seemed to be crowded into this story. The Fisherman by John Langan is a slow-burn cosmic horror with some of the most arresting imagery I’ve read in recent memory. There’s more than a passing nod to Moby Dick here, from the opening sentence—“Don’t call me Abraham: call me…