Friday, January 24, 2014

Book Review: American Gods


Neil Gaiman
2001
Awards: Nebula, Hugo, Locus
Rating: ★ ★ – – –

At the beginning of American Gods, the main character, Shadow, is in prison serving the last few days of a multi-year sentence. Shadow is in jail because he allowed himself to be roped into participating in a stupid robbery and ended up taking the full rap for it, but he has a good heart and no intention of getting back into crime. He plans to return to live with his beloved wife and work at a job promised him by his best friend.
                     
The day Shadow gets out of jail, though, he learns that his wife and his friend have both died in a car accident just the day before. Bereft and in need of money, he is lured under the wing of a creepy grifter named Wednesday who offers him a job as his bodyguard/driver/gopher/assistant.

Shadow quickly discovers that Wednesday is no ordinary con man; he is actually the embodiment of the Norse god Odin. And, through Wednesday, he learns that there are gods all over the United States in human (or semi-human) form. They are old gods from the “old countries” (mainly Europe, Africa, and India, with a tiny bit of representation from East Asia), brought over in the heads and hearts of immigrants.

But America is not a fertile country for gods. They tend to wither and die, forgotten in favor of the modern gods of money and technology. Those old gods that do survive subsist by stealing and cheating, clinging thinly to the edges of society.

Wednesday tells Shadow that there is a war coming between the old gods and the new gods. He takes Shadow along with him as he goes around the country trying to get the tired, recalcitrant old gods prepared to fight, as the story progresses (somewhat) inexorably towards that final showdown.
                                                                                                                    
Gaiman’s writing is quite good—up close, on the small scale. He’s a skilled inventor of characters and craftsman of scenery; each setting is well-described and colorful, whether it is peaceful and dreamy or gross and oppressive. A starvation vigil that Shadow has to sit at one point is particularly vivid and pain-filled. And Gaiman sprinkles in several quite entertaining three-or four-page vignettes that tell the mini-histories of particular spirits brought to the new world, like Papa ‘Legba or the piskies from Cornwall.

The problem is that this is a very long book. While individual scenes are often good by themselves, they aren’t well connected to each other. The overall plot meanders, often wandering widely off track, and it had a tendency to lose me. Every time Gaiman kills off one or another main character, I thought that was going to finally be the end of the story, but it just kept going and going.

It almost seems as if he went through the ancient religions section of the encyclopedia and decided to base a book on all of the coolest ones, so he cobbled together some characters and a plot to string them together and dumped it all into the town from Stephen King’s NeedfulThings.

And while the idea of gods in human form is intriguing at first, over the course of the book (especially as I was getting bored with the overall story line) it becomes more and more tiresome and begins to feel like a gimmick. It reminded me a little of a Saturday Night Live skit where the original idea is good but they just work it to death until it’s no longer funny.

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Bast (Bastet)
Some of the god representations are more clever than others. I liked Mad Sweeney the Leprechaun and the very cat-like Bast. But I thought the modern gods of Media and financial Intangibles were pretty darned clunky.
And the primary god, Wednesday, is slimy and unethical and mean. He is a grifter with no conscience. I was prepared to cut him a tremendous amount of slack, since he was Odin, after all, but after about a hundred pages I didn’t like him one bit and I didn’t want to hear any more of his slick patter. And I didn’t want to hear any more about his creepy attitude towards women (to wit: they are a dime a dozen, and the best ones to sleep with are naïve, innocent virgins that you can despoil).

Which brings me to my final complaint: by and large, women come out really badly in this book. They are either (a) beautiful, innocent nymphs; (b) horrifying man-eaters; (c) motherly, house-bound caretakers; or (d) priggish, controlling, and sour.

Many of the female gods use their bodies as their primary weapon and their exploits involve titillation, sex, pregnancies, and/or a lot of blood. The male gods have a wide range of attributes—they can be furtive or powerful, showy or gray-suited, efficient and businesslike or sleazy and alcoholic—but are rarely sexualized. Female gods are often shown partially or completely naked as a matter of course; male gods are hardly ever undressed except as part of a specific religious ritual. When female characters are not sexy they are usually crabby, and the male characters commiserate with each other about what joy-killers they are.

Here’s one of my favorite quotes on this topic from the book: “Shadow smiled at the pretty women, because they made him feel pleasantly male, and he smiled at the other women too, because he was having a good time.” (p. 459)

Oh, thank you so much, Shadow.

One woman in the book, Samantha Black Crow, does actually come off as a relatively realistic person. She is snappy, sarcastic, and not averse to telling some tall tales herself. She goes by the name “Sam,” has a face that is described as “slightly mannish” and is leaning decidedly towards the lesbian end of the bisexual scale. Maybe since she isn’t interested in any of the male characters, she can be allowed to have a deeper character development.

If you want a better book about gods who appear in human form to create trouble, I would recommend Roger Zelazny's Lord of Light instead. (Gaimain does acknowledge Zelazny at the end of the book; not as an inspiration but as someone who has tackled this premise before.)

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