The recent discussions on books (Sigla, Sicilian Notes, Slugger, Dissilusioned Lefty, Infactah, Reality Check and Mental Meanderings) have reminded me of something a lecturer said to me in my first week of college – “ If you get the greatest buzz of your life from discovering a new author or book, then you’re in the right class.” Neil Gaiman was one such discovery. Although he has obviously been published for quite a long time I have only found him now, through a good friend.
I am not going to spend a large amount of time critiquing Neverwhere – there are not enough superlatives in the language to express the feeling. It is not a difficult book, by right it is a book for teenagers, however the humour and wit of the characters and situations will keep anyone above the age of ten from putting it down. Gaiman uses a descriptive style that creates an entire world in the sewers beneath London and beyond.
Like all good stories, more specifically fantasy stories, there is a girl, a quest, some very ugly enemies and an unwitting hero. The ensuing story combines modern humour with classical tragedy to create the unmistakable feeling that your emotions are being played upon – and there is very little you can do about it. The biography note inside Neverwhere reads “he wrote this book for you”, and by the time I had finished it I believed he had.
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