The Lighterman' is this hauntingly beautiful novel that stuck with me for weeks after I turned the last page. It follows a man named Simon, a former lighterman (those guys who used to guide ships on the Thames), as he grapples with grief, guilt, and the
ghosts of his past—both literal and metaphorical. The way the author weaves together London's river history with Simon's personal unraveling is just masterful. There's this eerie, almost mystical quality to the water scenes that reminded me of '
the essex serpent', but grittier, like the Thames itself is a character whispering secrets.
What really got me was how the book explores memory—how it distorts, how it heals, or sometimes drowns you. Simon's journey back to
the river after years away feels like watching someone peel back layers of their own skin. And that ending? No spoilers, but it left me staring at my ceiling at 3AM questioning everything. If you love atmospheric literary fiction with a dash of the supernatural, this one's a gut punch in the best way.