Do you guys watch Castle? You should . . . if only to see the episode wherein THIS happens.
And if you didn't get that reference . . .
|Go ahead, American Gods fans. I can take it.|
"'It's going to be a white Christmas,' said Shadow as he pumped the gas.
'Yup. Shit. That boy was one lucky son of a virgin.'
'Lucky, lucky guy. He could fall in a cesspit and come up smelling like roses. Hell, it's not even his birthday, you know that? He took it from Mithras. You run into Mithras yet? Red cap. Nice kid. . . . So, yeah, Jesus does pretty good over here. But I met a guy who said he saw him hitchhiking by the side of the road in Afghanistan and nobody was stopping to give him a ride. You know? It all depends on where you are.'" (pp. 207-208)
"If you're asking why Christ doesn't turn up, it's mostly because he was, like Buddha, or several other individuals, much too successful and busy to be interested (or even interestable) in anything Mr. Wednesday would have had to offer."
"The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies." (p. 547)I really like cookies.
"I wanted to write American Gods in what I thought of as an American style---clean, simple, uncluttered---and push the narrator further into the background than I had on previous books."Oh, Neil. You were trying to write "American"? Let's not try that again, please.
|I'll never get a better opportunity to use this.|
|Events directly preceding their first meeting.|
"Wasn't it true, then, that everything in his life from that point on had been a succession of things he hadn't really wanted to do? Taking a hopelessly dull job to prove he could be as responsible as any other family man, moving to an overpriced, genteel apartment to prove his mature belief in the fundamentals of orderliness and good health, having another child to prove that the first one hadn't been a mistake, buying a house in the country because that was the next logical step and he had to prove himself capable of taking it. Proving, proving; and for no other reason than that he was married to a woman who had somehow managed to put him forever on the defensive, who loved him when he was nice, who lived according to what she happened to feel like doing and who might at any time---this was the hell of it---who might at any time of day or night just happen to feel like leaving him. It was as ludicrous and as simple as that." (p. 53)They never resigned themselves to the life they were living. They were constantly expecting to transcend circumstances they deemed unworthy of their self-conceptions, constantly at odds with each other and their home and work and friends and coworkers . . . and, most tragically, with their role as parents.
|Kitty self-medicates after learning the American Dream is a lie.|
|Must have been the alluring cover design|
|Coming in October!|
|Adapted and illustrated by Hope Larson.|
|First glimpse of Meg Murry.|
|Comedian Rory Scovel, musician Moby, and LA Times staff writer Carolyn Kellogg |
pretend to take judging seriously while Taylor Negron reads at LDM LA, Ep. 9.
|Kit (of Books Are My Boyfriends) reuniting Hemingway with his mustache.|
"I had in the last year or so given up whores entirely, thinking it best to go without rather than pantomime human closeness; and though it was unrealistic for a man in my position to be thinking such thoughts, I could not help myself: I saw my bulky person in the windows of the passing storefronts and wondered, When will that man there find himself to be loved?" (p. 56)
"Might I leave her a secret note? But I had no paper or ink and at any rate what would I say to her? Dear Miss, I wish you would wash your face and be nice to me. I have money. Do you want it? I never know what to do with it." (p. 59)And the dynamic between the brothers is what you might expect from two grown men who love each other and also kill for a living. There is much drinking and bickering . . . SO much bickering. But kind of adorable bickering?
"'You're not smiling, are you? We're in a quarrel and you mustn't under any circumstances smile.' I was not smiling, but then began to, slightly. 'No,' said Charlie, 'you mustn't smile when quarreling. It's wrong, and I dare say you know it's wrong. You must stew and hate and revisit all the slights I offered you in childhood.'" (p. 46)Some of their exchanges are hilarious (Charlie is clever and retains his biting sense of humor even in the face of death), and some are sobering.
"'It struck me as restful industry. I'll wager that old man sleeps very well at night.'This complicated relationship between brothers is couched within a larger story about raw human ambition, the American Dream, the California Gold Rush, and just . . . life. So many passages struck me as the purest and truest thing I had ever read. I basically just reread the whole book looking for excerpts to share with you, and I want to share them ALL. I'm refraining from doing so with the understanding that you will go immediately right now this very second and read the book yourself.
'Do you not sleep well at night?' Charlie asked earnestly.
'I do not,' I said. 'And neither do you.'
'I sleep like a stone,' he protested.
'You whimper and moan.'
'It's the truth, Charlie.'
'Ho,' he said, sniffing. He paused to study my words. He wished to check if they were sincere, I knew, but could not think of a way to ask without sounding overly concerned. The joy went out of him then, and his eyes for a time could not meet mine. I thought, We can all of us be hurt, and no one is exclusively safe from worry and sadness." (p. 50)
|WHY AREN'T YOU READING IT YET?|