If this is your favourite book (it should be), this is absolutely incredible news. If it’s not your favourite book, you haven’t read it. American Gods is coming to cinemas.
Now, before I get too carried away, I just want to stipulate that it might turn out horrifically badly, and as a result I’ll have to personally find the people who are responsible for this disrespectful cinematic monstrosity and show them a bit of the ole’ Egyptian-style judgement. That’s if Neil Gaiman doesn’t get to them first.
Shadow is a prisoner. In prison for a crime of passion, and eagerly awaiting his reunion with his wife, he is led into an office on the day before his release and informed she has died in a car accident.
Stumbling through the next 24 hours, he meets someone who calls himself only Mr. Wednesday, who wants Shadow to do a few odd jobs for him. What follows is a bizarre journey across backwater America, as Shadow realises that all gods are real, and most of them are working low-wage jobs in the Land of Opportunity.
The characters in this novel are absolutely fantastic, as is the narrative, and to see another film come out of Neil Gaiman’s boundless creativity, so shortly after the announcement that he would be adapting China’s epic, Journey to the West. All he’ll say about the director is that he’s someone who “who has many, many Oscars and who I think is a genius.”
Not only that, but he “[loves] the fact that he fell in love with the book about six or seven years ago and has not given up and just kept coming back and coming back.”
I think I’ve found my new Hobbit news-frenzy item. Aren’t you all so lucky?