Book: Anansi Boys
Author: Neil Gaiman
Published: 2005 (HarperCollins)
Pages: 384
Y’all, Neil Gaiman’s words have officially put him in my “I
will fangirl hug you despite your real-life choices” category. I love this
book. I really like American Gods, but I love this book.
His everyman in this one is more interesting, which is to
say more Britishly fumbling and way more attached to his way of life, all the
better to contrast with his long-lost, cool-ass, so-charming-it-bends-reality
brother who turns up after their dad’s death and starts wrecking havoc that
forces everybody to fight for what they love while coming to terms with some
really weird family heritage.
The reality and fantasy elements blend so well that it’s all
believable and fantastic at the same time. I didn’t think about real life once
while I was reading this, which means it never got so boring that my brain
started wandering to what I was supposed to do at work in the morning or
whatever,* and also that it created its own new reality around how stories
create reality and how society uses them and I had no chance of not liking
this, basically.
Bookshelf! I’m attempting to escalate the Gaiman game in my
collection – Sunday I snagged Good Omens on bookstore volunteer credit, and
soonishly eventually I will experience Sandman in some way of acquisition.
*Short PSA: my boyfriend and I broke up about a week and a
half ago. What that means for this blog: my graphic novel reviews will get more erratic.
Romance novels will continue to irritate me in the same ways as outlined in
previous post.
What that means personally: I sort of feel like Pinky asking “What are we going to do tonight, Brain?” and not getting an answer. If that sounds trivial, you haven’t met the person you want to take over the world with.
What that means personally: I sort of feel like Pinky asking “What are we going to do tonight, Brain?” and not getting an answer. If that sounds trivial, you haven’t met the person you want to take over the world with.
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