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You may know Neil Gaiman from his fairly popular Sandman comics. Or you may not, I don’t know. Either way, he’s been writing novels as well, and Anansi Boys is better than the other one of his that I’ve read, American Gods.
Gaiman is definitely trying to channel the ghost of Douglas Adams here, with dry Brittish humor, unlikely coincidences, and a long-suffering lead male who gets dragged along for the ride of his life. There are a few laugh-out-loud moments in the book, though, and Fat Charlie is pretty darn easy to empethize with. Plus I like his character arc.
While the story is fun and interesting in places, Gaiman’s prose isn’t the best I’ve read (there are too many awkward phrases and it seems stilted in places) and his myth-building seems to bend whichever way it needs to go in order to support the plot. Still, it’s worth the read.
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