Never having read any Neil Gaiman before the choice of Anansi Boys was down to the stock held in the local library. This large hardback is probably not where I would have wanted the Gaiman journey to start but beggars can’t be choosers.
Things start with a funeral and a bit of family background and for a chapter or two things seem to be going on in a fairly normal way with fat Charlie heading home to the US from England for the funeral of his embarrassing father who died mid-karaoke.
But then Charlie is filled in on the fact his father was a God, some sort of spider god, and at that point the things you have heard and are braced for with a Gaiman seem to be starting to come true with the fantastic and the macabre.
More to come…