THE OCEAN AT THE END OF THE LANE, Neil Gaiman

Some readers may tend to steer clear of first-person narration, especially with child narrators. In response to that, I say that if you want to see a writer do first-person well, read Neil Gaiman’s work. Specially The Ocean at the End of the Lane. Part of what makes the narration effective—both in first-person and with a kid—is that it captures the atmosphere of childhood in all its mythical, treacherous glory. There’s also some temporal distance at play, even if it’s not always apparent.

The voice itself belongs to a middle-aged man reflecting on a series of memories from childhood he’d lost. No, it’s not a soap opera-worthy case of amnesia. These foggy recollections are triggered when he visits the Hempstock farm after a funeral (never told whose funeral—there’s a lot of names we don’t know, actually). He doesn’t even realize how much he’s forgotten until, while staring into a duck pond that his friend Lettie Hempstock called “the ocean,” he’s mentally brought back to his seven-year-old self.

THE SLEEPER AND THE SPINDLE, Neil Gaiman

I almost feel as though this should be considered a Short Review since The Sleeper and the Spindle pretty much qualifies as a short story in length. With its illustrations, it comes out to just under 70 pages. And honestly, it’s a concise, beautifully rendered story that doesn’t need much said, and shouldn’t have too much said to avoid spoilers, so forgive the brevity of this review.

As one should come to expect from Gaiman’s approach to rehashed fairy tales, the stories of Snow White and Sleeping Beauty weave together in both a new and familiar way, and with such seamless ease you’d think other writers would have tried to bring them together sooner. The opening action follows three of the seven dwarves visiting the cusp of Sleeping Beauty’s kingdom to procure fine cloth for Snow White’s upcoming wedding. Right away we glimpse at the devotion the dwarves have for her (if only these three—keeping the number of dwarves low is an understandable alteration for the sake of effective characterization) as well as understand where we are in Snow White’s story. 

AMERICAN GODS, Neil Gaiman

More and more I’m becoming a fan of Neil Gaiman’s work, but in all honesty, my first attempt to read American Gods came to a crunching halt in the first chapter. I was in late high school at the time, so my literary palate still needed refining. Or I just needed to develop a deeper appreciation for Norse mythology. Whichever of these won out, I returned to and completed, with relish, this urban fantasy about ancient pantheons, sneaky mythological symbolism, and coin tricks. So many coin tricks.

Having a broader grasp of various mythologies from cultures around the world, especially that of the Norse religion, helped me progress through this book without running into prolonged periods of confusion. Some people, however, may enjoy the sheer mystery that our hero Shadow encounters on his unexpected journey. Actually, the parallels between American Gods and The Hobbit is not a little startling.