Legend goes that, when people crossed the Atlantic Ocean, their Gods crossed as well.
Time passed and the people forgot their old Gods, as new ones came along. Yet, the old Gods stayed. Gods of the Norse and Gods of Egypt, Gods of Africa and Gods of India.
By the way, did you know that most of Easter traditions are in fact ancient Pagan traditions? Check this out!
Anyway, sorry, I got off track.
‘American Gods’ follows the story of Shadow from the moment he is let out of prison, three days before the end of his sentence. However, it’s not such a joyful moment, since reason for his early departure is the death of his wife Laura.
Before even getting to the funeral, though, an old man approaches him on the plane. He is what people would call mysterious. He has a glass eye and appears to know a great deal about Shadow that he shouldn’t, since he’s a complete stranger to him.
When asked for his name, the old man considers the days of the week and replies: “Wednesday”.
It’s soon clear that their meeting is not random. There’s a storm coming, a war between the old Gods and the new ones, and Wednesday has decided to recruit Shadow as his own assistant or whatever you might call a person that does what they’re told, no questions asked.
Shadow fits that description very well. His time in prison have taught him just that.
Maybe because of his attitude, I had a hard time liking him. Mind you, I didn’t dislike him either. He was just that. A shadow. Like suspended between life and non-life. He did what he was told and didn’t ask questions.
Wednesday, on the other hand, well… I could have read a book entirely about him. But that would have quite spoiled the effect, right?
This is fantasy like you’ve never seen it before. It’s brilliant, full, wide open and still twisted and mysterious, full of magic, but that kind of ancient magic that almost makes you believe it’s real.
And maybe you should.