Neverwhere

"The abbot had known that this day would bring pilgrims. The knowledge was a part of his dreams; it surrounded him, like the darkness. So the day became one of waiting, which was, he knew, a sin: moments were to be experienced; waiting was a sin against both the time that was still to come and the moments one was currently disregarding."

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I've been a fan of Neil Gaimen ever since I found his Sandman series. His mind is full of stories and we are all the better that he continues to tell them to us in any format. This is your typical fish out of water story. The fish is Richard Mayhew and the place is the London Underground.

Richard wrote a diary entry in his head.

Dear Diary, He began. On Friday I had a job, a fiancée, a home, and a life that made sense. ( Well as much as any life makes sense.) Then I found an injured girl bleeding on the pavement, and I tried to be a Good Samaritan. Now I've got no fiancée, no home, no job, and I'm walking around a couple of hundred feet under the streets of London with the projected life expectancy of a suicidal fruitfly.

This book was written in 1997 and has appeared as a BBC TV series written by Neil. I am curious about the series, but the book is a decent read in itself. The characters are interesting and the plot does not wither or wane much. It doesn't do too much though. It trys to not offend anyone. The end effect is rather bland. It fades from the memory too easily. Neil can tell a story, but I would like a better one next time.

I've read his next book, StarDust. It is better. American Gods will hopefully be a lot better.

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This review was last updated on May 27, 2001.


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