Everyone says, “You’ve got to read Gaiman!” Well, I did and I must admit that this is one of the most brilliantly boring books that I have ever read. The shortest distance between two points is a straight line, Gaiman took me on a meandering road trip to places I never wanted to see.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not all bad. Gaiman has created some interesting, well developed characters. The story is filled with moments of brilliance, with excellent dialogue and incredible humor. He has done an excellent job of getting into the “American” psyche, the old traditions that people brought from the old country and how it all has been watered down and lost through the great American melting pot. These gods are being slowly replaced by the new gods that we worship, the story is even more relevant now than it was when it was written.
My biggest problem with the book was that I just didn’t care. For all of its brilliance, there was no connection created. It’s hard to be passionate about a passionless character. Shadow was a pawn, a tool used for everyone’s games, and he let it happen; he went with the flow and never got riled up.
All in all, was American Gods a bad book? Absolutely not! Was it a great book? Not for me, but I suppose that depends on what you are looking for. Generally, I read for fun…American Gods was not a fun book. Is Neil Gaiman an incredible author? Hell, yes. Will I be lining up for the next chapter in Shadow’s story? No way.