First, I would like to point out that this book's subject is not original. They do it all the time, don't they, these bloody writers ? Problem is, when it's done in a less interesting way than their models, some books tend to be boring.
And this one is boring from beginning to end. Sometimes I think it's just our fucking pride that makes us read some books. If such-or-such bastard said that this was a good read, why not believe them ?
I was favourably inclined to read yet another Neil Gaiman book because I had quite liked one of his former stories, named "Neverwhere". So I thought this one would be all right as well.
It wasn't. There's no real plot to talk about. Just a lousy God-figure trying to find his way through America and explaining that all the immigrants from Europe or Africa had brought with them their gods and that the latter would inevitably clash with the ones already there, belonging to natives. What a hell of a story !
It lingers like that for hundred of pages, with plenty fucking descriptions and next to no action. And if you look for sex, no luck. It's nicey-nicey, the main (?) character finally finds a motherfuckin' god from Africa, and this one sucks a little less than the others. Gaiman was so pleased with it that he wrote another piece of shit about him and his sons "Anansi Boys". Which I didn't finish and probably never will.
Gaiman is an over-rated novelist and should have kept on writing for comic books.
Better read Jean Ray's "Malpertuis", about a house in which all the ancient gods are left to rot. This is the real shit. Gaiman's is amateurish and lack vision next to it.
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