I thought we had a thread about this somewhere but...
by Neil Gaiman
AMERICAN GODS by Neil Gaiman
I was wary at first. A guy named Shadow gets out of jail and heads home only to find his wife has died in a crash. Yuk. I hate stuff about wives dying, or losing a child, or never having a father, etc. There are enough trite sentimental novels bulging with contrived pathos,. Then we find out she died while giving Shadow's best friend a blowjob. And then his dead wife gives him a visit. Soon I am hurtled into a book I can't stop reading. Nothing maudlin here. This is not a stereotypical horror novel filled with tired worn out over-used clichÃƒÂ©s.
Reminds me of The Stand: a huge epic supernatural dream that I regretted waking from.
A Midwestern America populated with the gods of old. Horus, Isis, Jackal; jinn and demons; ancient ripples washing into the present.
Gaiman does exactly what I like: making hallucinogenic surreal supernaturalism appear everyday and logical.
It's the little things.
When Shadow hold s a straight razor to his neck and thinks how easy it would be to slash his own throat and the bathroom door opens a crack to allow a cat to stick it's head around the jam and inquire, "Mrr?"
Or when one of the Egyptian gods explains to Shadow how, back in the day, they would "line you up when you died, and you'd answer for your evil deeds, and if your evil deeds outweighed a feather, we'd feed your soul and heart to Ammet, Eater of Souls."
"He must have eaten a lot of people," Shadow says.
"Not as many as you'd think. It was a really heavy feather. We had it made special."
BUY BORROW or BURN?