A.J. Howard's Reviews > American Gods
American Gods
by Neil Gaiman (Goodreads Author)
by Neil Gaiman (Goodreads Author)
A.J. Howard's review
bookshelves: finished-in-2010, saturday-nights-and-sunday-mornings, bookshelf-fiction
Jul 27, 10
bookshelves: finished-in-2010, saturday-nights-and-sunday-mornings, bookshelf-fiction
Read from July 24 to 27, 2010
Concept: A
Plot Execution: B-
Style: C
I'm struggling with transferring my thoughts of this book to actual concepts, so I'm cheating a bit. Basically, I thought American Gods was entertaining, but somewhat disappointing. Gaiman creates an awe-inspiringly creative universe. But I thought that many parts of the novel were very reflective of his comic book background. I'm not trying to bash that form or anything, but sometimes he seemed to rely on some of the frustrating aspects of comic-book storytelling. For instance, the characters often resembled comic book characters. Look, I realize that that isn't very persuasive, but to paraphrase Potter Stewart, I don't know what the definition of a comic book character, but I know one when I see one.
Also, Gaiman isn't an unbelievably talented writer. Of course, neither am I. I don't want to make it sound like I'm being too harsh on the novel, because I did enjoy it more than I didn't. Maybe I'm being unfair in demanding something more than an author provides, but hey, its my review.
Let me try to sum up my scattershot thoughts the best way I can. For me, a great book should in some way, even very slightly, change the way you think about things. I love books that I think about for weeks after I finish. When I talk to someone has read one of these books, it automatically leads to a great conversation. For me, the longer the conversation is, the better the book. I really couldn't imagine any long conversation about American Gods. Maybe, I'm incorrect, but the most damning thing I can say about the novel is I can't really think of what to say about it.
Plot Execution: B-
Style: C
I'm struggling with transferring my thoughts of this book to actual concepts, so I'm cheating a bit. Basically, I thought American Gods was entertaining, but somewhat disappointing. Gaiman creates an awe-inspiringly creative universe. But I thought that many parts of the novel were very reflective of his comic book background. I'm not trying to bash that form or anything, but sometimes he seemed to rely on some of the frustrating aspects of comic-book storytelling. For instance, the characters often resembled comic book characters. Look, I realize that that isn't very persuasive, but to paraphrase Potter Stewart, I don't know what the definition of a comic book character, but I know one when I see one.
Also, Gaiman isn't an unbelievably talented writer. Of course, neither am I. I don't want to make it sound like I'm being too harsh on the novel, because I did enjoy it more than I didn't. Maybe I'm being unfair in demanding something more than an author provides, but hey, its my review.
Let me try to sum up my scattershot thoughts the best way I can. For me, a great book should in some way, even very slightly, change the way you think about things. I love books that I think about for weeks after I finish. When I talk to someone has read one of these books, it automatically leads to a great conversation. For me, the longer the conversation is, the better the book. I really couldn't imagine any long conversation about American Gods. Maybe, I'm incorrect, but the most damning thing I can say about the novel is I can't really think of what to say about it.
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Despite liking American Gods and Stardust immensely, I no longer go out of my way to read Neil Gaiman books. Neverwhere was fine. As was Anansi Boys, though Anansi Boys leaned the most heavily on the crutch I described above...
I do think Neil Gaiman is a sort of rallying point. He inspires so much and is a common denominator for so many otherwise disparate groups of people. The book I'm reading now, for example (Spaceman Blues: A Love Song), probably wouldn't exist without Neil Gaiman (it is also very much like Fortress of Solitude). And I don't know if you saw Mr. Gaiman at the Alabama in Tuscaloosa earlier this year, but the turnout was astonishing. Though the group wasn't actually all over the map, demographically speaking, it was a beautiful scatter pattern of timeless geekdom. Though today's high school kids don't necessarily interact with the people who graduated college in the 80s, there's a psychic continuum linking a common zeitgeist.
(By the way, two of my bands are playing at Egan's Friday night.)