Tuesday, 20 June 2017

American Gods: Magical Realism with a Bestseller Flourish

Books tend to get pigeonholed into genres. This is convenient, because most bookshops shelve books by genre, and marketing a book to a ‘genre’ is presumably easier and cheaper for the publisher. This is also why certain ‘genre’ authors struggle to break out of their perceived forte, sometimes resorting to measures as extreme as writing under a completely different name for a different genre. So how, then, do you approach a book that has won awards in more than one genre? Indeed, one that was originally published over a decade ago, became wildly successful and was key in propelling its author to levels of fame normally reserved for musicians, actors and the like? If an old adage is to be believed, extremely carefully.

But hey, were would we be if one started following each adage, as it were, religiously?

Although I am normally quite wary of award winning books, this is one I picked up, despite its intimidating size (600+ pages) largely on a whim, and then read, breathlessly, in a span of 12 hours over the course of a long haul flight. I am not a “genre” reader, and didn’t really know much about the story before I began (other than that the book has an almost fanatical cult following). As a result, I didn’t have many expectations. I have found that this is often a good way to approach a book, as it leads to less frustration and disappointment.

Once you get past the labels that people have tried to place on it, and the genres that it has been pigeon-holed into (with varying degrees of success), “American Gods” is, at heart, a work of magical realism. Gods exist, and walk among us, in human form. They feed on belief and, if people stop believing in them, they wither and ultimately die. As people start to worship at the altar of media, technology and the like, the power of the old Gods is starting to wane, and there is a war brewing between the old order and the new.

Into this conflict steps Shadow, an ex-convict whom circumstances have cast adrift into the world, and who is approached by the mysterious Mr Wednesday to be his companion on a journey across America, as he tries to unite the Old Gods for the coming conflict. On their journey, Shadow and Wednesday encounter the old Gods and the new, as well as a supporting cast as varied as the landscape they traverse, the landscape in question being America. Not necessarily the place, but the idea. It is also a major character in the book in its own right, in many ways, as Shadow and Mr Wednesday traverse the length and breadth of the nation, finding Gods in the unlikeliest of places (which is interesting conceptually since, from a theological point of view, God is everywhere).

Shadow is the emotional center of the story, and the story is his to tell; following, barring the odd segue, his journey through this fantastical landscape, where reality, dreamscapes and alternate universes flow in tandem, bumping together and shifting Shadow from one dimension to another in disorienting fashion. In this shifting universe, Shadow seems sometimes to be unreasonably detached from the events around him, even as they become increasingly improbable. However, as the emotional centerpiece of a shifting universe, the bedrock of certainty helps make his character even more sympathetic.

There is clearly more to Mr Wednesday than meets the eye; the other old Gods clearly see him as untrustworthy and a rogue. His need for Shadow as a companion isn’t immediately clear; perhaps his unflappability is what makes him useful. Certainly, Shadow’s mortal nature grants him a degree of free will; perhaps Wednesday is looking to indoctrinate at least one believer in a land where, it seems, he has been almost entirely forgotten, save as a supporting character in the odd Hollywood movie. He asks, carefully masking his desperation, whether Shadow will ‘believe in him’ more than once. Or, perhaps, as one of the oldest con-men of them all, he is simply looking for an accomplice to play off, as he pulls off a series of cons to finance his journey.

The idea of Gods, who are often antagonists by default, having to band together to defeat an existential threat to them all, is handled extremely effectively, by virtue of the human traits they each display. The old Gods have fallen on hard times, and do what they can to survive in modern America. Some stick to their traditional trades, becoming funeral directors and fortune tellers, while others put their skills to new uses in the New World, driving taxis and working in abattoirs. The new Gods, by contrast, are brash, flamboyant, drunk with power, and clearly with no sense of their mortality, so to speak.

Needless to say, there are secrets that Wednesday is hiding, and when they come out, the level of surprise you feel is likely to be directly proportional to how familiar you are with Norse Mythology, since Gaiman doesn’t really hide many of the hints. That said, the story progresses at a rollicking pace, making light of the length of the novel and carrying the reader breathlessly along for the ride. The moments of calm, which mainly occur when Shadow is lying low from the New Gods, as they seek to thwart Wednesday in his mission, serve more as punctuation, helping the reader catch his breath for a moment, before plunging back in, headlong.

By keeping the narrative focused almost squarely on Shadow and his journey, Gaiman keeps the narrative flowing freely, sometimes at the expense of character development of the supporting cast, who are really more often than not guest appearances in his story, and whose motivations and thought processes serve only to further Shadow’s own journey. There are a few segues here and there, primarily focusing on the arrival of some of the Old Gods to America, but the focus remains sharply on Shadow almost exclusively. A pity, since some of the other characters are quite interesting, and their stories would be very interesting to know.

‘American Gods’ doesn’t really feel like fantasy at all, even at its most fantastical. If the byline wasn’t Neil Gaiman but, say, Haruki Murakami, I cannot help but feel that it would have won many more awards (but perhaps, conversely, sold a lot fewer copies). Such is the curse of magical realism, that it is seen as a reserve of ‘serious’ literature, and having it wielded by a popular, and populist, author is extremely refreshing. Interestingly, Gaiman does the same thing that most authors in this category do when their characters are experiencing something especially horrific: avert his eyes and hurry past, to the next piece in the narrative.

That aside, ‘American Gods’ is truly remarkable. It weaves a complex tapestry of characters, spanning huge expanses of an America that perhaps never existed, and yet is quintessentially American. It addresses issues of nationhood, faith and humanity, without being preachy. It raises some important moral questions, but does it without sticking your face into it. Most importantly of all, though, it is a rollicking good yarn.

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In the best tradition of epilogues, here’s a fun fact. ‘American Gods’ is being adapted into a TV series on an American network called “Starz”, and is available globally on Amazon Prime Video. The first season ended last Sunday, and thusfar has been remarkable in how it has stayed true to the vision of the novel, and yet taken a completely different path on the journey so far. Any criticisms about character development are put comprehensively aside, as there is plenty of time (the plan is for 40 hours of content spread across 5 seasons) to develop characters and explore back stories. The creative team is the one behind the series “Hannibal”, so expect lots of blood and gore, and having Gaiman involved in the creative process can only help.


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