Anansi

Came across Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman at Vijitha Yapa and purchased it almost immediately. I distinctly recall reading a story called tar-baby or something like that when I was a kid. I found it absolutely hilarious back then, as I did a lot of things that seem boring and mundane to me now. I guess I was a six year old with a much less jaded outlook on life. Anansi is a trickster god in African folk-lore and it is said that he could never be captured (or something like that), and all it took was a tar-baby with some attitude to bring him down. I don’t recall much, but whatever it was, it was funny as hell. Any six year olds reading this would probably know what I’m talking about.

In some ways, Neil Gaiman, like Anansi, is King of All Stories. Loved his American Gods, which incidentally features Anansi’s Norse cousin, Loki, Neverwhere – which was just awesome! and Smoke and Mirrors. I have yet to read Stardust and rumour has it that there’s a movie in the making.

For those inclined towards cyber stalkery, here’s Neil Gaiman’s blog.