American Gods: The Tenth Anniversary Edition

American Gods - Neil Gaiman This book has become an amusing bone of contention between me and a coworker. Where Jeff sees a book in which Gaiman has just chucked a bunch of religious figures and references together and called it a novel, I see a nuanced exploration of beliefs and existentialism. Both of us are writers, and I find it fascinated that we can disagree so vehemently on this subject. It's the oldest technique of ensuring immortality: make sure someone remembers you. But what if you are something slightly more than a memory or a ghost? What if you need people not just to remember you, but to worship you? Are you still a god when no one remembers your name? And that's even before we get into the plot, which is a delicious con game that Gaiman spins with all the talent and and hard-won skill of a grifted as old as Mr. Wednesday himself. He lets you have some things by playing them on the nose (Low Key Lyesmith comes to mind) but that's only to make you watch one hand while the other quietly goes about performing the real magic of the trick. Originally published at my blog: