{"id":137,"date":"2006-08-06T22:58:04","date_gmt":"2006-08-07T03:58:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/wordpress\/?p=137"},"modified":"2006-08-06T22:58:04","modified_gmt":"2006-08-07T03:58:04","slug":"neil-gaiman-anansi-boys","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/2006\/08\/06\/neil-gaiman-anansi-boys\/","title":{"rendered":"Neil Gaiman &ndash; &ldquo;Anansi Boys&rdquo;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\nI won&rsquo;t be revealing much by telling you the starting point of the plot, since it&rsquo;s in every review and on the back cover of the book. Fat Charlie Nancy, a wimpy, average guy, hears that his father has just died. And on top of that, it turns out that his father was a god &ndash; the trickster god Anansi. And Charlie has a brother that he didn&rsquo;t know about. Charlie&rsquo;s life is turned upside down, and he spends the rest of the book trying to right it up again.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nThis contrast between ordinary man and powerful gods sets the tone of the book: it&rsquo;s a mixture of the mythical and the ordinary. On the one hand, people struggle with crappy jobs and unpleasant mother-in-laws &ndash; and at the same time they are persecuted by vindictive gods and go on dreamlike quests. The kind of book that reviewers inevitably describe as surreal. (Inevitably, I will do the same.)\n<\/p>\n<p>\nOne thing that the reviewers all agree on &ndash; and so do I &ndash; is that it&rsquo;s a very funny book. Possibly too funny in places &ndash; the humour is too obvious, as if he was constantly grinning and winking at me. Despite this, I found the first half of the book slow going. I got to hear more than I wanted about Charlie&rsquo;s drab life and his perpetual embarrassment about things.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nIn the second half (or thereabouts) the story comes more to life, and it starts to feel more like a Gaiman book: an unstoppable flow of surreal events takes off, pulling the characters with it, until everyone is spat out on the other side.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nThe plot was rather predictable and simple, and lacked the sense of mystery that Gaiman is usually able to create &ndash; the feeling that there is more to the world than we see. The mystery in this book is very clearly limited to Charlie and his brother, and that&rsquo;s only because they are sons of a god. For everybody else, the world really is an ordinary predictable place.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nThe book does have some excellent scenes, where Gaiman lets loose his imagination and conjures up gods and ghosts and tigers. But these scenes don&rsquo;t quite mesh with the rest of the book. All the various genres that Gaiman mixes in &ndash; slapstick, fantasy, crime, folk tale &ndash; never mix into one whole.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nOn the whole, not a bad book at all. Gaiman hasn&rsquo;t written a single bad book. But it&rsquo;s not as good as his other works. &ldquo;Lightweight&rdquo; is a word that comes to mind. Worth reading, but I won&rsquo;t be going back to it again and again the way I do with <i>Neverwhere<\/i> or <i>Stardust<\/i>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I won&rsquo;t be revealing much by telling you the starting point of the plot, since it&rsquo;s in every review and on the back cover of the book. Fat Charlie Nancy, a wimpy, average guy, hears that his father has just died. And on top of that, it turns out that his father was a god [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-137","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-books"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=137"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=137"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=137"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=137"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}