From a Singaporean perspective, the parts that stand out the most in American Gods by Neil Gaiman is the enjoyable and bizarre lore about travelling and eating by the gods.Singaporeans have no problems relating to the excursions of travelling from one point to another to just eat and gorge on food. And Singaporeans definitely have little trouble thinking of themselves as nothing less than demi-gods who demand the best service from those serving them in establishments.
Not to mention how travelling will elicit prayers, usually for journey mercy, and before eating (the act of saying of grace). Highly religious experience, no?
But of course, I am only bastardising the miracle of a novel written by one of the most fertile minds around.
Gaiman's book is dark and meandering, profane and sacrilegious, but a holy tribute to warmth and loyalty. It is that from the start to finish. I enjoyed the witticism displayed and the sleight of hand employed. (A bunch of coin tricks are indeed mentioned.)
Without a Shadow of a doubt, good stuff. It is definitely more than just eating and travelling, but these two activities perhaps symbolises sustenance and strength. Powerful themes in this tale.
This is a grand narrative and in the author's preferred text version, Gaiman wrote the preface while on his way to Singapore.
Amen.
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