Did the three norns, spinning our fates at the foot of Yggdrasil, ordain that I finally got around to reading Neil Gaiman's American Gods mere weeks before the television adaptation premiered? It had languished on my to-read list for years, but an unusual confluence of events--remembering the title after spotting another Gaiman novel on sale,... Continue Reading →
The Literature Museum: Sci-Fi and Sexism
“Think of it as the literature museum,” my father told me when I was fifteen. I was a dually-enrolled high school student at the local college, and frustrated with some of the ideas I encountered in the curriculum’s so-called classic novels. Dad, a veteran English major himself, helped me contextualize the antiquated stories by likening... Continue Reading →
Review: Neverwhere
I was fully prepared to like Neil Gaiman. His 2013 lecture to the Reading Agency inspired a kindred affection in me, with a perspective that warmly recaptures my own experience with reading. And what sci-fi geek didn't smile to see him introduce Ursula LeGuin before her own excellent speech at the National Book Awards in... Continue Reading →