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Jun 25

Hannan Rimmels, Beth, A Melting Pot of Genres in U.S. Tale, Seattle Post-Intelligencer, 22 June 2001, p. 22


Author Neil Gaiman keeps unusual company: angels, Lucifer, old gods, fairies, among others. His human friends are pretty interesting, too, such as Tori Amos, Penn & Teller, Stephen King, Alice Cooper, just to name a few.

Then again, Gaiman’s an unusual fellow. His book tours draw larger crowds than those for most authors who are household names, and he has more awards than can be listed here; but asking the average person “Who’s Neil Gaiman?” causes a blank stare.

The answer doesn’t come easily. His books don’t fit a comfortable niche like horror or fantasy, though his new novel, “American Gods,” contains elements of both, as well as aspects of a thriller, a road trip and vignettes of Midwestern life, all elegantly tied together in an adventure that uses myths to define what makes America.

“It’s that and in some ways also it’s stage magic,” explained Gaiman. “Once you get the end, and it’s made sense for you, then if you read it again, you’ll see a different book.”

“Living in America is interesting. (Writing the book) was as much an attempt to explain America to myself as it was to explain it to a reader,” said the British-born Gaiman, who has lived in the United States for the past nine years.

The novel opens with the hero, Shadow, nearing the end of his prison term, intending to go home to a quiet, peaceful life. Instead, he ends up working for Mr. Wednesday and is ensnared in a struggle for America’s soul. Explaining too much would ruin the plot, but two obvious metaphors are the hero’s name and his frequent coin tricks.

“I wanted Shadow to have come out of prison with a skill that was useless but that represented an awful lot of what was going to go on in the book. Shadow’s like an onion. He was the kind of character that would do things that would surprise me, and authors either really like that or really get pissed off,” laughed Gaiman.

The new novel distills the essence of America in much the same way that his previous novel, “Neverwhere,” gave readers a sense of England’s ancient lineage.

“America is a place where 100 years is a long time, and England is a place where 100 miles is a long way,” said Gaiman, referencing an old joke. “Both of those statements are very true. In England whatever you need, you just have to go back in time and find it. In America, you just get in the car and drive.”

“American Gods” is primarily set in the Midwest, and most of the towns mentioned exist just as Gaiman describes them.

“I didn’t feel any urgent need to explain New York to the world whereas I enjoyed trying to explain why Southern Illinois is in the American South,” said Gaiman.

Readers have congratulated him for inventing such places as House on the Rock, and Gaiman said it is with embarrassment that he explains “that I didn’t make it up. It’s real.”

While the settings are mostly real, the characters are both symbolic yet believable.

“I love getting e-mails from people reading `American Gods’ who say, `I don’t know if I like Wednesday,’” said Gaiman. “The technical boy was a joy to write. I wanted a character who was a future that was already getting passe without being a retro future. When I started it, the dotcom world was at its height, and by the time I finished it the World Wide Web had become a kind of CB radio for the world again.”

That constant change and the price of the American dream are the heart of the novel.

“Part of the theme is that nothing comes free and absolutely everything is paid for. It’s about the price of eternally plunging into the future, which is an American thing,” Gaiman explained.

“The one place where my editor and I disagreed was on the South Dakota sequence. She said `Why have you got these three or four pages of depressing stuff on the reservation? All the cool stuff is when they go see Whiskey Jack. Can’t we cut this stuff out?’ And I said, `No, if you cut that out, then Whiskey Jack becomes just another magic Indian like you’ve seen in lots of books.’

“I wanted you to see the context of Dakotan Native America, to be in what are very literally the poorest places in the country, because that’s part of the price being paid. At the end of the day, `American Gods’ is a book about price, about cost.” Beth Hannan Rimmels writes about comic books, science fiction and fantasy entertainment for various publications. Her e-mail address is brimmels@comicsutra.com.

Jun 25
“The Spook”
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“The Spook,” a Free Downloadable e-zine, Premieres
06/25/2001
PrimeZone Media Network

WARRENSBURG, N.Y., June 25, 2001 (PRIMEZONE) – “The Spook” (http://www.thespook.com), the world’s first fully downloadable consumer magazine, made its debut this week on the Web, racking up more than 4,000 downloads in the first 48 hours. Offered free in Adobe (R) Portable Download Format, the e-zine features slick lay-out and “spooky” fiction by authors such as Ramsey Campbell and Poppy Z. Brite. There are exclusive interviews with literary luminaries Neil Gaiman, Jonathan Carroll and Alex Shoumatoff as well as actress-turned-activist Linda Blair. Articles on popular culture like comics and film and reviews make up the rest of the 94-page, full-color magazine… You can read ‘The Spook’ onscreen or print it out or both,” said publisher/editor Anthony Sapienza. “We even offer “The Spook” in a low-resolution version for people with slower data transfer rates and, if you’ve never used the free Adobe (R) Reader(R), we provide easy-to-use instructions.” “The Spook” will be published monthly without cost, obligation or membership. Readers can choose to subscribe for free and will be provided with news, release dates and subscriber privileges including monthly drawings for prizes.

Jun 25

Dirda, Michael “AMERICAN GODS”, The Washington Post, 24 June 2001, T15.

AMERICAN GODS, by Neil Gaiman, Morrow. 465 pp. $26

At least since sailors of late antiquity heard a voice crying “The Great Pan is dead!,” writers have wondered about the fate of the gods. Did Zeus and the Roman Pantheon and the children of Odin simply vanish? Did all those folkloric satyrs, imps and kobolds, those leprechauns, nymphs and little people just evaporate, like dew in the sunlight of reason? Or might they, in fact, still be among us, unrecognized, somewhat diminished in power, but nonetheless here?

This is, in large part, the premise of American Gods. Neil Gaiman — acclaimed for his Sandman graphic novels and for the comic Good Omens (co-authored with Terry Pratchett) — imagines that all the immigrants who’ve ever come to America brought their gods along too. But over time the old-world beliefs faded, and the vitalizing sacrifices to the ancient deities were abandoned. Without worshipers, these erstwhile lords of Nature drifted aimlessly around the country. A few, like Thor, committed suicide. Others took up professions vaguely associated with their traditional attributes. So a goddess of love, such as the Middle Eastern Bilquis, turns tricks in Hollywood. Anansi the Spider changes into Mr. Nancy, a courtly old black man with a knack for clever stories. An Arabic ifrit, or jinni, whirls through Manhattan as a cab driver. Ibis and Anubis — Egyptian gods of the dead — naturally become morticians. An Irish folk legend, Mad Sweeney, shuffles through the streets as a homeless wino in a dirty T-shirt.

Yet even as some deities grow rickety and neglected, new ones spring into lusty maturity — our modern gods of the stock market, the media, the Internet, the credit card and shopping mall and cell phone. Every day these gain in strength and ambition. And increasingly the two opposing belief systems clash. Though these strutting new gods may be haughty and powerful, the old ones are clever and desperate. Rather than allow his kind to disappear into oblivion, their leader, Odin, chooses bold action. He will round up his supernatural cronies and rivals; together they will gird themselves for a great final battle against the forces of the modern world. Immortals will perish at this Ragnarok, but the ancient gods just might triumph in the end.

Does all this sound good? It is. Mystery, satire, sex, horror, poetic prose — American Gods uses all these to keep the reader turning the pages. Its main character is a likable young guy in his mid-thirties named Shadow, a former physical trainer from a small Indiana town. In the novel’s opening pages, Shadow has just spent three years in prison and is eager to be released. He can’t wait to see his wife, Laura. But then a fellow inmate murmurs “Big storm coming. Keep your head down,” and Shadow’s whole life is altered. On his way home, he keeps bumping into the bearded, Jack Daniels-drinking Mr. Wednesday, who repeatedly offers him a job. Eventually, Shadow accepts — quaffing three glasses of mead to seal the contract — and becomes the driver, confidant and bodyguard to this peripatetic grifter and wheeler-dealer, only gradually learning the truth about his employer’s identity.

Naturally, with a name like Shadow our hero is himself more than he realizes. Why, for instance, does he have these strange dreams about a buffalo-headed man? Is it somehow important that he should be so fiercely in love with Laura, or that he has mastered various coin tricks? How does he manage to survive beatings and capture by the enemy? Why do cats like him so? And do the characters on television sitcoms really talk to him? What, finally, is his ultimate purpose in Mr. Wednesday’s shadowy plan?

As this apocalyptic novel progresses, Gaiman balances several different narratives: Shadow’s “on-the-road” adventures, as he and Wednesday crisscross the country stopping at cheesy roadside attractions — actually nodes of deep supernatural power — to recruit various beings for the coming battle; tales of ancient nomads, African slaves and Irish immigrants, who in ages past transported their gods to these shores; and Shadow’s peculiar dreams, in which he visits otherworldly realms and undergoes instruction and rebirth. To keep the story from growing too grandiose, Gaiman throws in a fair amount of humor: Though Wednesday travels all over these United States, he stays off the freeways because “he didn’t know which side the freeways were on.” There are also two major subplots: 1) the death-defying love between Shadow and his lost Laura; and 2) Shadow’s interactions with the populace of picture-postcard Lakeside, where he holes up when the Bad Guys are hot on his trail. As any reader of Richard Matheson or Ursula Le Guin knows, a village that seems too idyllic must be paying some hellish price for its perfection.

About two-thirds of the way through American Gods, Shadow tells a young woman that she wouldn’t believe the things that had happened to him. Oh yeah! She answers him with a catalogue aria:

“I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen — I believe that people are perfectible, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo woman is going to come back and kick everyone’s ass. . . . I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we’ll all be wiped out by the common cold like the Martians in War of the Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm. . . . I believe that anyone who claims to know what’s going on will lie about the little things too. . . . I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”

Not everyone cares for fantasy, and some people can’t read the genre at all, unless it’s labeled magic realism. But if you have enjoyed, say, John Crowley’s Little, Big or Stephen King’s The Stand or the urbane horror fiction of Jonathan Carroll, not to mention Gaiman’s own Sandman or Frank Miller’s Ronin, then American Gods arrives just in time for your July or August vacation. There are flaws in the book — Shadow’s big moment feels anti-climactic, the gods of the media could use more definition, and the novel is probably too long — but on the whole the story accelerates crisply toward its surprise ending. So watch out this summer: Big storm coming. *

Michael Dirda’s e-mail address is dirdam@washpost.com. His online discussion of books takes place each Thursday at 2 p.m. on washingtonpost.com.

Jun 25

As usual, if you need for me to remove this article, please email. Thanks.


St. Louis Post-Dispatch, 6/24/2001, F. 9
IT’S OLD GODS VS. NEW GODS IN STORY THAT’S MORE THAN JUST AN ALLEGORY
J. Stephen Bolhafner

America is not a good land for gods. Forgotten and abandoned by their followers, they eke out an existence on the fringes of society, driving taxicabs, pulling con jobs, running mortuaries. That’s Neil Gaiman’s vision of America, anyway, where a place of power does not become a temple or cathedral, but a roadside attraction.

Mr. Ibis, a mortician in Southern Illinois, claims people have forgotten the origin of the region’s nickname, Little Egypt. He was worshipped as a god by Egyptians who came up the Mississippi thousands of years ago to trade with the “natives” – who of course brought their own gods when they came even earlier.

“This country has been Grand Central Station for 10,000 years or more,” says Mr. Ibis. And what about Columbus? “Columbus did what people had been doing for thousands of years. There’s nothing special about coming to America.”

The various gods are mostly seen through the eyes of Shadow, a man we know only by nickname, who is released from prison near the beginning of the novel. He goes to work for Mr. Wednesday, whose real identity the astute reader will immediately realize, though it takes Shadow most of the book to discover (“Well, seeing that today certainly is my day,” he says when they meet, “why don’t you call me Mr. Wednesday?”). Shadow isn’t stupid, but his education consists largely of a copy of Herodotus’ “Histories” that a former cellmate gave him. He learns a lot working for Mr. Wednesday.

Wednesday is trying to gather up the old gods to wage war against the new gods, characters such as Media and Television and a fat kid who rides in the back of a limousine leaking silicon chips. But the old gods are tired. They just want to be left alone. Besides, they figure the war is already over, and they lost. But Wednesday thinks a big, old-fashioned battle can still win the day.

It’s a fascinating tale that, like all the best fantasy novels, has an applicability to real life that is much more complex than simple allegory. It is by turns thoughtful, hilarious, disturbing, uplifting, horrifying and enjoyable – and sometimes all at once, in a curious sort of way. Those who are familiar with Gaiman’s earlier work will find a satisfying yarn by a familiar master storyteller. Those who are meeting him for the first time may be surprised at just how good he is.

Jun 23

Toole, Douglas, “Gaiman draws 300 to book signing in Savoy”, The News-Gazette, 23 June 2001,p.B-8

Neil Gaiman says he would have preferred traveling across America by train to promote his latest book, “American Gods.” But his publisher, William Morrow, prefers a fast-paced schedule, and fast- paced is what Gaiman is getting. Often he does two readings and signings a day.

He is accompanied by an editor, and at each airport a local driver picks them up and whisks them off to their various stops.

“It’s a very strange way of traveling,” Gaiman said. “Shooting across America like a pinball from airports to hotels to bookstores with long lines of people.”

The tour started four days ago with a book signing in New York City to promote Tuesday’s release of “American Gods.” Besides Illinois, Gaiman has stops planned in Kentucky, Ohio, Washington, California and finally Minnesota, wrapping up on July 2. A tour of the United Kingdom will follow.

Jack Womack, a publicist with Morrow, said the tour includes stops at chain book stores, stores that specialize in science fiction and fantasy books, and independent bookstores.

Gaiman was at Pages for All Ages, a locally owned bookstore in Savoy on Thursday.

Steven Bentz, events coordinator at the store, said he wrote Gaiman’s publisher last fall asking them to consider Savoy for a book signing.

Pages For All Ages focuses on local authors and authors of romance, science fiction and fantasy, Bentz said. Former U.S. Senator Paul Simon, Orson Scott Card and Nora Roberts have all visited the store.

“We work pretty hard to accommodate the authors and get good turnouts. Word gets around in the industry,” Bentz said. “Neil Gaiman is an author we’ve been seeking for some time.”

Gaiman, a native of England, moved to the United States about eight years ago. Most of his books and short stories contain fantasy elements, and he gained a large following as the creator and writer of DC Comics’ “The Sandman,” a sophisticated monthly comic about a being who is a personification of dreams and the brother of Death; there were more than 75 issues between 1989 and 1996.

Gaiman said “American Gods” is a thriller that uses mythologies to explore the Americanization of immigrants to this country.

A big part of a tour is to give him a chance to meet his fans, but his favorite thing is reading passages of his books to the audience.

For Thursday’s reading, he chose a part of the book that took place in Illinois, as the main character picks up a hitchhiker while on his way to Cairo.

After the reading, Gaiman took questions from the audience, which mostly dealt with his comic book characters and their possible adaptation into movies. But he discouraged applause at the mention of progress of those adaptations.

“With films, never clap until you come out of the cinema,” he said.

He then began autographing items for the 300 people who were at the store.

Gaiman said most people want to say hello and ask him to sign a book or comic he wrote. Occasionally people ask to have books written by other authors autographed, or dolls based on his comic characters.

One fan at Pages For All Ages asked Gaiman to sign a worn 1985 copy of “Ghastly Beyond Belief” his first book and the author told how he helped design the cover illustration.

Bill Gamauf, a night manager at Pages For All Ages, said the store sold about 150 of its 370 copies of “American Gods.” He said usually about a third of the attendees at a book signing will buy the most current book, and the store had ordered heavily because the book was so new.

Gaiman recalled a 1993 comic book convention where he started signing autographs late Saturday morning and didn’t stop until Sunday evening.

“The line didn’t stop. I vaguely remember taking a brief break to go to bed.”

Jun 22

Morel, D.J.,Englishman evokes small-town Midwest, The Seattle Times, 22 June 2001, H20

Neil Gaiman could have chosen New York or San Francisco or Los Angeles as the epicenter for his new novel, “American Gods.” The author who made the London sewer system famous in “Neverwhere” could have reveled in the meaty pickings offered by American urbanity. It seems almost unthinkable that the author of the infamous “Sandman” series of graphic novels could have resisted such a temptation.

But not Neil Gaiman. He chose Wisconsin.

“American Gods” (Morrow, $26) begins with Shadow–a convict who reads Herodotus, a drifter fond of coin tricks, a big guy prone to random acts of kindness. He is released from prison two days ahead of schedule so that he can attend his wife’s funeral. Out of prison for only a few hours, he meets Mr. Wednesday, a con man who offers him a job. Having just lost his wife and his best friend and the job they had lined up for him (all in the same car crash), Shadow accepts.

But a storm is brewing.

The gods of old–those that immigrants brought with them to this new land called America, only to cast aside–are lining up against a new set of gods, those of televisions and computers and cell phones. The old gods resemble, for the most part, rickety old men with warped senses of humor, whereas the new gods take the form of a pubescent kid in a limousine and a perfectly coifed newscaster. They all wander the land, hoping to be worshipped. And they are all worried. Fickle America is not a good place for gods.

As an Englishman who currently lives in Minneapolis, Gaiman writes as someone who both knows America well and as someone who has long observed it from a distance. He captures our media-saturated milieu, but also the underpinnings of what came before, the cultural heritage that forged our melting-pot culture. Rather than resorting to stock European claims that America has no history, or worse, has no culture, Gaiman digs deeper.

What do Americans worship? In “American Gods,” the holiest places are not temples or cathedrals or mosques, but places that are innately American: roadside attractions. They are featured throughout the book as places of spiritual power, each becoming a little more sacred as countless tourist feet pass through them each day.

For the most part, American cities appear only in brief interludes, in self-contained nuggets which hardly ever involve the central characters of the novel. But while these interludes are thoroughly engrossing in their own right, it is the American heartland that the novel most strongly evokes.

Gaiman is at his best when detailing Illinois and Wisconsin and Minnesota. He presents small-town American locales with an authenticity that is surprisingly lacking from other parts of the novel. The descriptions of mythical gods never achieve quite the same clarity. The penultimate battle scene glosses over many of its details. And overall, while the story starts strong and will pull in even the most jaded reader, it seems to lose direction along the way and ultimately end about 20 pages later than it really should.

As the man who got intellectuals to read comic books (reincarnated as “graphic novels”), Gaiman has continuously shown that he is not afraid to experiment. He has written an amazing variety of work: essays, short stories, television scripts, film translations, and even a wildly successful prose novel.

“American Gods” will undoubtedly only add to Gaiman’s growing reputation, although it is probably not the novel that will be forever associated with his authorial imprint. For the moment, that is “Neverwhere.” However, as Gaiman continues to explore new territory, the best may well be yet to come, although it probably won’t center on Wisconsin.

Neil Gaiman will read from “American Gods” at 4 p.m. Monday, Third Place Books, 17171 Bothell Way N.E., Lake Forest Park (206-366- 3333); and 7 p.m. Monday at Kane Hall at the University of Washington. Free tickets at University Book Store (206-634-3400).

Jun 18

Andrew Kuchling has an excellent Sandman quotefile online.

Jun 18

TheComicStore.com has a two part interview with Neil available, as well as a reply about the whole Todd McFarlane/Miracleman thing.

I’m not sure how long the above interview link will work as it seems to be just a standard interview file. Just in case, here’s a direct link to the first part of the interview.

Jun 18

Angharad Jackson sent along some information about the July 11th signing at Waterstones (see Schedule on the right):
Tickets are £3 and include a £3 book
voucher redeemable against any of Neil Gaiman’s books or graphic novels…

Our full address is Waterstones 91 Deansgate Manchester M3 2BW tel (00 44) 161 837 3000, fax: 0161 835 1454 and email direct@waterstonesbooks.co.uk.
We will be getting lots of copies signed and can send these to any address in the world. All enquiries about Neil Gaiman need to go to the sf desk.

Jun 18

The Fabulous Lorraine sent along two more dates to the UK Tour, so I’ve added them to the schedule, as well as below.

Saturday, July 14, 2001 – 11:00 AM
Ottakars
11-17 Castle Meadow
Norwich
Tel: 01603-767292

Saturday, July 14, 2001 – 7:00 PM
Waterstones
20-21 St. Margaret St.
Canterbury
Tel: 01227-456343

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