Reading American Gods by Neil Gaiman
Shadow, released from prison after three years incarceration only to find that a few days before Laura died in a car crash with a friends’ husband. Much later, discovered from the dead guy’s wife they had an affair. What kind? Don’t ask me. With a title of an errand boy, nowhere to go and a condition of no questions asked he begins a mysterious ride after accepting a job offer from Wednesday.
The journey occurs in the mystery of winter, while he is asleep, in a dream that predicts his tomorrow, and in the midst of disaster, is saved, and if the dream is indecipherable, its meaning explained each time Wednesday appears. Meeting people, going to places, with familiar names but is forgotten as soon as they rest on his ears.
Some of his dreams goes far beyond, way back in time, hundreds of years back, with millions of events and information attempting to penetrate his limited memory.
But because after losing everything, he has nothing to lose, he was giving, surrendering.
Perhaps all these things happened in a dream in one night. Just like in real life.
The story is a fantasy, with all the made up names. Familiar and alien. No, I stand to be corrected they’re not made up. They are real, Wednesday, shadow, town, country, world, Paris, Easter, with generic names like mama, john, Nancy, all these people maybe one and the same person he deals with and the places real – Las Vegas, Nevada, lakeside, perhaps the same and one place at the same time.
Otherwise this story is real because he came from prison, he has neighbors, drives a car around, eating pasty inside a 4Runner, meeting girls and kids. Why, it is reality with christmas season around. And it is in war. From itself. From its people. From its country.
Everything in this book happened in the present, there was no past, there will be no future. The real God it is. Gods in this book means “gods” (small g), those things that we idolize and put above more important than us.
Seventy five percent of the book. I don’tknow why I am reading this book. Oh I remember I never like sci-fi, dystopian, Star Wars, romance, YA.
Sometimes there are accidents we get into we wish wouldn’t happen, yet we purposely attract ourselves into it, deliberately. Yet we know that things happen whether we like it or not.
But my grace is sufficient unto you.