
I went camping this past week. It wasn’t bad, apart from the rain, and I did get to indulge in all those manly stereotypes that are often associated with the great outdoors. Hell, I didn’t even shave, and I may have wrestled a bear or two. All around, good times.
But one advantage of the unusually wet weather was the ability to burn through but another book on my list of things to read, the latest being Neil Gaiman’s American Gods. If you haven’t read any Gaiman yet, you most definitely should. He’s done some superb fantasy work with the likes of Stardust and Coraline, and is also responsible for the critically acclaimed Sandman series of graphic novels, which I’ve yet to get to as of yet. But if anything, read American Gods.
The concept is unique, and surprised me with the amount of depth and research Gaiman put into this particular tale. Think of all the old Gods, from Hindu traditions, to Norse mythology, brought to America by some of its earliest settlers. Now, imagine these same deities, struggling to exist in a modern day America, confronted by the so-called “new” Gods – television, media, and the rampant materialism so seemingly worshiped today. Naturally, there is conflict. And while it’s neat to see this conflict play out between the old beliefs and the new, what truly steals the show is Gaiman’s detailed, winding narrative, turning conventional religious idols into something far more familiar, as mortal faces in a human world. It’s an interesting manner of portraying religious traditions, and one that’s far less religious than you may think, focusing instead upon the ideas of beliefs and followers in a more abstract, and less-distinct fashion.
But the coolest thing about reading this on a wet, wilderness weekend? “A storm is coming”, says Wednesday, one of the novel’s main characters – a storm that the text steadily builds towards at its climax. Lying in my tent, just a little past midnight, a storm came as well – rolling clouds and skies of thunder. And as pages turned, and the climax neared, the storm that raged above the trees was what really made American Gods for me. Indeed, a storm was coming, and boy, did it ever rain.




