Jan 13, 2017 04:56 PM
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(Updated Jan 14, 2017 05:23 PM)
A piece of ingenuity from the outrageous Neil is preceded by a slice of mystery, only to follow the seemingly punch-drunk right through. If American Gods is a Hard Read, the fault lies with one man - Neil Gaiman.
This is the Author’s Preferred text with 12000+ junk words, something which is amiss in the award winning version.(Nebula, Bram Stocker, Hugo, and SFX.)
That explains the blurb, the analogies, the sales pitches, the author preface, and so forth. Snap out!
Neil lands right bang in the middle in the first page itself, only to catch you napping. He makes it clear, such things needn't exist in the Author’s Preferred text of any Novel let alone American Gods. To make you travel through the land of the gods, the silhouette of a Sycamore steals the book Cover.
The Sycamore is one of the wicked iconographies, which he uses, to speechify the nature and existence of the Almighty. The other one being, the statue of liberty.
Apparently, that ilk is just the fuel we need to figure out “Shadow” whose subtext read: “Don’t fu*k with me enough, that his biggest problem was killing time.”
You must cheat the time aspect to affiliate with Mr. Wednesday the man with clear interests in the atrocities of counterculture. Reading it through, I kept wondering why name him Wednesday?
Shadow met him on a Tuesday, on a plane. And perhaps Mr. Osama is too afriad to leave a gasp-a-minute inference on the Ameican Gods. My warning for those wanting to read forget the “Good God” platitudes.
