2013: The Ocean at the End of the Lane

"It was only a duck pond, out at the back of the farm.  It wasn't very big."

The Ocean at the End of the Lane, Neil Gaiman

      I like Neil Gaiman.  I've read almost everything he's written - certainly all of his novels (though I guess I read them before 2009, because I can't find any to link to.  Oh, well, all the more reason to keep slogging along with my copying over of the archives).  And because I like Neil Gaiman, I liked this book.  It's slight (178 pages), and it's about a man who comes home for a funeral, and ends up wandering to a neighboring farm where he played as a child.  And as he gets there he remembers an amazing thing that happened to him as a child…

      I'm loathe to say more - as I said, this is a slight book, and to tell much more would be to give it away.  If you like Gaiman's fairytales, you'll like this.  My one complaint is that this is so Gaiman-y that it's almost well, expected.  I wasn't surprised or delighted by this like I was by American Gods or Sandman or Coraline.  It's textbook Gaiman - so Gaimany, and when I was done I thought, well, that was nice, but I wasn't blown away.  It's good, don't get me wrong, but unlike his best stuff, it's not, well, new, or exciting.  It just is.


© Carrie Dunsmore 2017