![]() ![]() ![]() About immigration, American roadside attractions, and seedy motels. About cold snaps in Wisconsin, and a coming storm that has nothing to do with the weather. ![]() This is a novel about fading Old Gods and rising New Gods. The tale is the map that is the territory.” The most accurate map possible would be the territory, and thus would be perfectly accurate and perfectly useless. The more accurate the map, the more it resembles the territory. You see? The way one describes a story, to oneself or to the world, is by telling the story. “One describes a tale best by telling the tale. This time, it was still all those things, but in the best possible way: As a novel, it’s incredibly ambitious, and trippy, and weird, but everything that’s written is there for a reason and it wouldn’t be the same book if one of the many stories that appear irrelevant to the big picture at first glance were left out. I read it for Shadow’s story, and was let down by the climax I found the plot incoherent at times, confusing, odd, often seemingly pointless. I liked it well enough back then, but mostly for the underlying idea and Neil’s British balls of steel that dared to tackle the topic of American belief-but I didn’t get it, not really. I re-read this in preparation of the TV show, and well… I’m not sure what was different compared to when I first read it some four years ago (maybe nothing, maybe everything), but it all just fell into place so seamlessly. ![]()
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