Reviews: American Gods
If you haven't read this book since you were a teen, *hoo boy*...
To be blunt, like the angry, nihilistic cinema of David Fincher, this novel has almost certainly not aged as well as your teenage self believed it would. It is not a good book. It has good *ideas*, but it undermines them all through poor execution and pretentiousness. First, the plot is a bloody mess. You've got Shadow on a road trip to put together a Justice League of old gods to fight the new, only now he's in a small town that's just a little too perfect, only now his patron is dead and the plot twists are starting. These are all good ideas for stories, but they're flung together in a hap-hazard, slipshod fashion, and almost none of them are really as developed as they deserve. The central cast are all flat and dull, with the sole exceptions of Anansi and Chernobog. Wednesday never develops beyond "vaguely slimy conman," Sam is every annoying college girl with a shallow sense of spirituality that she thinks makes her profound you've ever wanted to slap, and Shadow is the cypher-iest cypher who ever cyphered. I get that him being Weak-Willed and easily-led is part of the plot, but it doesn't make him any more compelling as a protagonist. And the pretentious attempts to say profound things about America and religion are all hilariously wrong-headed. If America is "bad land for gods," why are they doing so much better here than in your native Europe, Gaiman? "No other country wonders what it is?" Spoken like a true colonialist who's never seen a frame of, say, Malian cinema, or even fucking Wagner. The reason the amusement park in the heart of America failed has no mystical answer, it's just out in the middle of nowhere with no easy access. And that speech Sam makes about "what she believes in" is one of the worst pieces of dialogue I've ever read. Is it all bad? No. The idea of immigrant gods dealing with the same problems as their followers is genuinely inspired, and Shadow's modern-fantasy road trip through various bits of cool and weird Americana can be fun and informative. And I really like the last twist's reworking of the building "older stuff is better" message the book seemed to be building to. None of them quite save the book, but they at least make it readable. I'll put a few recommendations in the comments, but this is still a novel that squanders its promise.
Apparently, Neil Gaiman can fail.
American Gods is a book. Whether it's good or bad is up to everyone who reads it, but I think it's thoroughly, inescapably mediocre. The books ideas, are, of course solid—so solid, in fact, that every disjointed one of them could and should have been it's own book. The plot meanders, trips, and stumbles across America, a land that apparently has no people who actually, genuinely worship the old gods. The ideas of Neo-Paganism are discussed once, with a ridiculous strawman character that serves to illustrate Wednesday's point. Normally, I greatly enjoy reading Gaiman, but not now. His distinctive, somewhat whimsical style is not present for much of the narrative, or it's downplayed. Really, my favorite part of this is the fact that Gaiman even fucking lampshaded just how much of a blank Shadow is. Which suggests that making him so generic and boring was a deliberate choice. For fuck's sake.