I adore Neil Gaiman. I love his vivid imagery, the subtlety of the stories, the unique way he has of seeing the world. He himself is awesome as well, and is someone I would love to have a beer with. Here is a wonderful interview of Neil on the Diane Rehm show. She is painful to listen to, but thankfully he is not. I loved his discussion about being read to, how adults never get stories read to them anymore and it’s tragic. I agree entirely with his comments that it is odd to put trigger warnings on literature, especially literature for adults.
I’ve been slowly working my way through this book, Neil Gaiman’s latest collection of short stories. I don’t know honestly if any have been published elsewhere, but it doesn’t matter much to me. I rarely read anthologies, so chances are I would have missed them the first go-round anyway. Thus far, I have really loved a handful of the stories.
A Lunar Labyrinth is a wonderfully creepy story, full of descriptions and experiences and then terror and death. Kind of like life.
The Truth Is a Cave in the Black Mountains is something of a morality story, or at least that is how I read it. I liked the idea that anyone could go in and take the gold, but that essentially a part of their soul died or turned evil every time.
The Case of Death and Honey – yay, Sherlock! I loved this one, and like to think that Holmes discovered the secret for eternal life. If anyone could do it, Holmes could.
Click-Clack the Rattle Bag was a delightfully innocent story – until it wasn’t. Seriously squicked me out, and I loved it.
I’m still reading this collection. I can rarely get through an anthology in one go. I usually take breaks between stories and it takes me forever.