Neil Gaiman:

American Gods..

Shadow is stirred from a sleepy and all but resilient stay in jail. On the same day his captivity ends, he is informed his wife has died in an car accident in the arms of his best friend and employer. On the plane homebound he meets a strange one-eyed gentleman that present himself as Wednesday, who offers to employ him as a bodyguard. Reluctantly Shadow accepts and discovers his employer is more than what meets the eye… but so is America.

There is a storm coming, and its name is War.

Gaiman has tapped into the “collective unconscious” of America and particularly the strange fact that the majority of blood that is running through her veins originates, through invisible arteries, from all over the world.. where man is, there you will find his gods, and as man finds himself to be an alien, a stranger in paradise, and also discovers the great struggle it is to survive on new soil, so will his gods…

I recommend the book most warmly and must say it was a fantastic experience to read it.

As I am a Gnostic, I also feel impelled to cite from one of the books from that particular religion:

God made human beings,and in turn,human beings made god. Just so,in the world human beings make gods and bow down to their products, it would be more fitting for the gods to worship human beings– The Gospel according to Philip, tr. Bentley Layton:The Gnostic Scriptures.

I have spent the last couple weeks reading Clive Barker´s newest novel for children,
Abarat.
It is the first installment of a sequel of books which deals with a young girl´s journey on the archipelago Abarat, whose apparent proximity appears to be in another dimension superimposed upon the barren wilderness outside of Chickentown,Minnesota…
The story is evocative not only of Clive Barker´s earlier writings, there is a dark sea of dreams, the Sea Izabella, which reminds readers of Everville of the sea of Quiddity – but also somewhat of Roald Dahl´s tales for children, where an atmosphere of everyday and “dull” events and problematics quickly takes a steep turn into the fantastic and often terrible; the secret and hidden dreamland beyond appearances and conventions.

On the outskirts of Chickentown,Minnesota – population 36,793 there is a tall tower made of timber whose function would puzzle the most imaginative of its townfolk, it is a lighthouse, raised for some bizzare function over 1000 miles from the shoreline. Escaping the persecution of her peers and her teacher who do not appreciate her attempts of making her dull and unimaginative town more exciting, she is the first in over a hundred years to discover the haunted tower, but also a strange creature who apparently is waiting for her.
During the ensuing tumults she is presented with a key for which it is fated she should become the custodian of. Unknowing she is maneuvred into a jeopardy she would never have dreamed of. I know little about the deal Barker did with Disney, but am quite sure he has not “prostituted” his gifts and talents to the “Industry”, at least this is my impression from reading Abarat.

The artwork is quite characteristic of Barker and much to be preferred for anything the artists at Disney could have produced for the mass market, but its appeal lays as well in its weirdness and grimness, a grimness which is quite appropriate for the kind of tale we are told in Abarat.

I really appreciated his last effort in the genre,The Thief of Always where I strongly believe Barker has proven that he masters more than one genre and are well equipped as an author to enchant more than one kind of audience.
In fact, I am sure adult readers such as myself can find it as enchanting as it most probably will be for a younger audience – and that it has potentional of earning the same enthusiasm from its readers as some of Roald Dahl´s classics.

Having read the book almost from cover to cover, I am again perusing the first great fantasy epics of Barker, Weaveworld, with new appetite.