Book 7 of 70: American Gods by Neil Gaiman
(Look ma! I’m 10% done!)
Another re-read. I haven’t read this book since highschool and my mother got it for me for Christmas, and i’ve been dying to read it again, seeing as how I forgot pretty much everything, which is the point at which I like to read books again, so I only spoil about 50% of it. Sometimes a terrible memory comes in handy.
I would definitely recommend this book to everyone I know. In fact I have. It’s so detailed and perfect I can’t believe it, there are these subtle references and illusions to gods and religions throughout this whole book and sometimes, if you’re a big enough religion nerd like I am, you will get them and sit there laughing like an idiot over a pun Gaiman made about the Hindu Pantheon. Nerd lyfe.
This book keeps you on your toes, and forces you to pay attention, there are so many fine details that you have to pull together in order to really grasp some of the conclusions it almost reads like a detective novel in some ways. The cast of characters is of course fantastic, with every god, minor, major, almost every culture, and all brilliantly researched.
Being an avid reader of Gaiman’s works, it’s nice seeing similarities in American Gods to his other works, namely Sandman and his short stories. They way he talks about the hurts you inflict on other people and the judgement of your soul, when Shadow is being Judged by Anubis, is very similar to his short story Other People and I loved that. I love Gaiman’s rhetoric, how you can tell what he likes to write the most by how often it appears in his works, his personal reoccuring themes.
Overall, read this book. Read it again. And then read it a third time with your computer open and wikipedia up, and follow the characters histories, and research the places, and try to recognize just how brilliant of a human Mr. Gaiman must be in order to write such stunningly detailed works such as this.