Still, this was a highly imaginative odd ball tale. And long. It was interesting to hear what Gaiman, an Englishman, viewed as American gods: Media, Planes, Cars, Cancer. Pretty sure London has similar conveniences/afflictions.
My first thought as to what would be called American gods would be Sunday gods: Judeo Christian & NFL. My second thoughts were MLB and fast food. As Judeo Christians generally promote self sacrifice and generosity I understand why they were not included. Gaimans plot hinges on the selfishness of the gods and their lust for the sacrifices of others.
Of late there has been much said over the dangers of football, but only Chuck Hughes has ever died on the field - heart attack. He's buried here in San Antonio. No one's ever died on the field in MLB. Our modern day gladiators don't leave much blood on the field so I can see why they were left out.
Now I would argue fast food has a death toll but whether or not the story had a golden arched god I can't remember. I guess what I'm saying is that the story didn't taste American. The most American moment was Sam Black Crow's “I Believe” Speech.
I think in a few years I may come back and read this book, there's more meat on this bone. I know there is!
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