Rating 3.5 out of 5
After hearing so many great things about Neil Gaiman, I finally made time to read the fantasy classic American Gods. I even made extra time for the tenth-anniversary edition, which is considered the author's preferred text with an additional 12,000 words, clocking in at 500+ pages total.
However, as much as I wanted to rave about how amazing this novel was and how those pages flew by, this was not the case. In fact, according to Goodreads, it took me three whole months to finish it, because I either couldn't motivate myself to keep reading or kept getting sidetracked by other books that interested me more.
I went into American Gods believing that it would be an epic battle story, but it's more accurate to call it an epic road trip story. The protagonist, mysteriously known as Shadow, has just been released from prison only to find that his wife has died in a car accident while partaking in some—ahem—extramarital activities with his best friend.
With no job, spouse, or sense of purpose in life, it's not surprising that Shadow gets roped into doing the bidding of Mr. Wednesday, an intriguing figure with a penchant for trickery. As they tour the United States getting into various levels of trouble, Shadow eventually learns that Wednesday is none other than Odin, the Norse god of the gallows, and his friends are all ancient deities struggling to survive in a world that no longer believes in them.
The entire novel builds to a point where the old gods must take on the new ones—Media, Technology, and the like—but it's my opinion that I held Gaiman in too high of esteem that I was bound to be disappointed. Even fans of the novel reassured me that the ending would make the meandering middle of the book worth it, but I have to disagree.
Don't get me wrong, this story is wonderfully written. Gaiman is a master of characterization and symbolism, and lovers of mythology will delight in reading between the lines. The "coming to America" snippets were especially interesting, because the reader learns about how these immortals immigrated to the New World, both physically and in the minds of their worshippers.
I realize that I may be in the minority, but I felt that American Gods did not reach its potential. There was simply too much humanity and not enough fantasy for my liking. I'm certainly no Christian, but the fact that Jesus doesn't even make an appearance seems outrageously misguided. A story with such a unique premise deserves more blasphemy to truly drive home the point that gods are only as powerful as their ability to influence mankind.
I respect Gaiman creatively and am certainly interested in reading more of his work, but I can't say that this was a knockout read for me. I didn't love it, but I like it enough to recommend it, and I will definitely check out the STARZ television adaptation coming next year. I have a feeling that HBO's success with Game of Thrones will inspire a more thrilling and controversial retelling of Gaiman's bestseller, and I look forward to watching the true battle between the gods begin.