October 17th, 2009

20111112, Marilee

Winter Weather

This is pretty unusual -- this cold and rain -- but next week will be better. We didn't eat out after bookgroup today because some folks were sick, one was babysitting her newborn granddaughter, and the rest of us were not sufficiently motivated. I was also not sufficiently motivated to cook or even zap, so I drove by Popeye's.

In the line in front of me was a Toyota Sienna with one of those DVD screens. I'd never seen one in person before, just in commercials, and it was clear enough that I could see it was the talking-cars movie. The minivan was also covered with Clemson stickers and artifacts, including the Virginia Clemson license plate.
20111112, Marilee

American Gods by Neil Gaiman

This was the bookgroup book this month and most of us enjoyed it. Didn't think it was fabulous, but not bad, either. I think I had more and broader knowledge of mythology than any of the others (some kept looking online) and that made the book easier for me than for them. (My mother had a book set on mythology and I was supposed to get it when she died, but my evil stepmother threw it away.)

The stated theme of the book is that gods that have come over from Europe are being forgotten, which will make them die, and new gods of technology and such will take over. There has to be a battle. But we see lies and disagreements at many levels as our protagonist, Shadow, is the Man Friday for one of the main gods. Shadow gets set up to be that assistant, and because of what's done to set him up, he does a lot of things he wouldn't have otherwise. There are some sidetrips that I thought were more relevant than the other folks did -- most of them contributed to other parts of stories -- but don't expect the book to have a solid plot.

ETA: I had the odd experience that every night I read parts that had some sort of link to things in real life. For example, look here for TNH's take on James Arthur Ray's sweatlodge event and you'll see something very similar to the book. I believe this is coincidence, which worries me a bit about the world.