No affair last forever, especially when he is NOT THE ONE
Unfortunately, my affair with Nail is coming closer to an end.
4.0 “Not the One” Stars
First published in 2001, American Gods became an instant classic—an intellectual and artistic benchmark from the multiple-award-winning master of innovative fiction, Neil Gaiman. Now discover the mystery and magic of American Gods in this tenth anniversary edition. Newly updated and expanded with the author’s preferred text, this commemorative volume is a true celebration of a modern masterpiece by the one, the only, Neil Gaiman.
A storm is coming…
Locked behind bars for three years, Shadow did his time, quietly waiting for the magic day when he could return to Eagle Point, Indiana. A man no longer scared of what tomorrow might bring, all he wanted was to be with Laura, the wife he deeply loved, and start a new life.
But just days before his release, Laura and Shadow’s best friend are killed in an accident. With his life in pieces and nothing to keep him tethered, Shadow accepts a job from a beguiling stranger he meets on the way home, an enigmatic man who calls himself Mr. Wednesday. A trickster and rogue, Wednesday seems to know more about Shadow than Shadow does himself.
Life as Wednesday’s bodyguard, driver, and errand boy is far more interesting and dangerous than Shadow ever imagined—it is a job that takes him on a dark and strange road trip and introduces him to a host of eccentric characters whose fates are mysteriously intertwined with his own. Along the way Shadow will learn that the past never dies; that everyone, including his beloved Laura, harbors secrets; and that dreams, totems, legends, and myths are more real than we know. Ultimately, he will discover that beneath the placid surface of everyday life a storm is brewing—an epic war for the very soul of America—and that he is standing squarely in its path.
So this was indeed a torrid affair between a simple bookworm and an out-of-this-world writer, but affairs are not meant to last.
His work was beyond the poor little bookworm comprehension, like a Picasso’s painting. The little bookworm contemplates it, puzzled. She knows something great happened there. She knows she is supposed to be in awe, but, mostly she is like… “Huh?”
The poor bookworm lacked the ability to understand something so complicated or unaccountable.
American Gods was majestic. Bigger than life. Totally epic. Epic as in transcending many of years of world history. And I wish I had the proper words to describe to you so you would know whether to read it or not.
But I aint’ that good at describing feelings yet. Especially the one I don’t have a name for yet. The best terms I can think of to describe what I felt when reading this book would be: “a state of total perplexity” and “an entangled state of mind”.
Now I know why August said in his comment on me review of Ocean at the End of the Lane that “characterization is usual a strength for Neil”.
Neil handles characterization is a way that is just out-of-this-world AH-MAZING. In a way that is 1000% show, no tell. You learn about the characters purely by the way they react to the world around them and what they say, how they say it and when they say it.
OMG Now I know why Neil is the monster author what he is!
I once read a review [I wish I had the link] that said Neil Gaiman is a genre by himself, and I think that was the perfect way to describe his work. His books are so crude and stark that they can be easily categorized as horror or dark fantasy, but the characters are SO human that you feel inclined to put them in the dark contemporary fantasy. So, to me Magical Realism would be the best fit.
It’s still Gaiman’s own Magical Realism.
Done like no other I have ever read before!
He throws you to the abysmal depths of human nature, to then elevate you to the most otherworldly realms just to let you free fall to the human world again.
Because his writing is so incredibly descriptive, you’ll follow his characters minute by minute [literally. I’m not kidding. Neil’s scenes are THE MOST detailed I have ever read] as they do the most mundane acts [most of them so mundane there are just plain gross] and in the blink of an eye they would go from scratching their butts or picking their noses, to talking to Odin the Germanic/Norse God.
Sooooo…. Would Neil be the love of the life of this little simple bookworm? A big emphatic, bold fat NOPE, same way Picasso is not my favorite painter. I know he is a genius, but maybe too much of a genius for me. Maybe he is from another planet and ours is a doomed relationship, because we are two completely different species that would never be able to procreate 🙂
What about you? Have your read Neil?
Was yours a torrid, but short lived affair too?
TELL ME ALL THE SORDID, SINFUL DETAILS! 🙂
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