After suffering through the untold misery bound inside a paperback novel that was "Atlas Shrugged", I decided that I don't want to read bad books anymore. This realization probably should have hit me earlier, I admit. But since that fateful moment where I finally excised terrible literature from my life, I have to say I've been considerably happier. Not euphoric, but measurably more content. Maybe I should cut out bad games from my life too... Its worth considering at least. Anyway, to christen my new Ayn Rand-free existence*, I decided to read "American Gods" by Neil Gaiman."American Gods" is a novel with a great premise, which is good. Because novels that don't have great premises are usually bad. (See how that works?) That premise is: what if the Gods we humans worshipped thousands of year ago were still walking around amongst us? What if they were aged, forgotten beings desperate for the love and sacrifices they once received. They are as much immigrants in the New World as the peoples who once worshiped them. Now they work in butchery shops, run funeral homes, or just bum around the country looking for people to rip-off. Of course, there are new Gods in America, the iron gods of the railroad, the teenage nerdy gods of the Internet, and Media itself. What happens when Old Gods meet New Gods? What else? They go to war.
The main character of "American Gods" is Shadow - just Shadow. He's a freed convict with a penchant for coin magic tricks with a wife and a best friend waiting for him at home. Oh wait, he doesn't have those things because they both died in a car accident while she was making his penis happy with her tongue. Now Shadow is recruited by Wednesday, a crooked con-artist who is actually the American avatar of Odin, and brought into the bizarre world of Gods, magic, and undead zombie wives following you around. ...This is a weird book. Shadow himself is a pretty vague dull-minded protagonist, as per his name, something that often annoys everybody around him. He kinda takes everything that's happening to him with a weird kind of acceptance. You'd think that hanging around with the All-Father, Lord of Asgard might make a man a bit disturbed, but not Shadow. He joins with the Old Gods in their war only because it seems they're his only job prospect.


