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Genre: Fantasy Main characters: Richard Mayhew, Lady Door; Mr. Croup and Mr. Vandemar; the marquis of Carabas Time and place: London (sort of), probably contemporary First sentence: The night before he went to London, Richard Mayhew was not enjoying himself. Summary: Richard Mayhew is an average Londoner, working in an office, renting a flat, having a girlfriend whom he thought of marrying. One random encounter changes all this: one evening he sees a young girl lying bleeding in the street, and he cannot but take her to his home to care for her. She sends him to find a particular person to help her go back home, and Richard, being the nice guy that he is, complies. The girl leaves, the weekend ends, and on Monday Richard goes back to work. To his complete surprise almost nobody notices him, at work or on the way there, and in the few instances when people do see him everyone takes him for a stranger. It seems like the only way to get back to normal would be to find the girl and ask her to revert whatever had happened to him, to change him back. |
As it’s usually the case with Mr. Gaiman’s books, this too has an assorted cast of characters. We have Richard, the all around nice guy that has discovered a world he never knew he existed (and that becomes a stronger person in the process). The Lady Door, the descendant of a family of door openers (a concept that has fascinated me). Hunter, the woman hunter whose life purpose was to kill as many dangerous beasts as possible. The Marquis of Carabas (a self-given name straight out of the Puss in Boots story) that I have found a bit annoying at the beginning but that has earned my respect later on. Not to mention the two hired hands, Mr. Croup and Mr. Vandemar, the former being one of the more interesting such characters that I have ever met, and whose manner of speaking being one of my favorite things in the book.
Mr. Gaiman’s imagination doesn’t disappoint when it comes to places either: we have an ever-moving market (whose variety reminded me of the one in Stardust), an Earl’s Court (complete with a jester) in a subway train, a bridge that captured people now and then, and many more. Speaking of the Earl’s Court, I have found quite cool the way the author has chosen to reinterpret the meaning of some of the London tube stations. for example Knightsbridge becomes Night’s Bridge (the one I mentioned before), The Angel, Islington is an actual angel named Islington, Shepherd’s Bush is a place where actual shepherds hang out, and so on. The thing is perhaps all the more interesting when coupled with one of the very first scene, where Richard gives away his tube station map (it was printed on an umbrella, and it was raining) to an old woman who warns him to stay away from doors. I see Richard’s losing the map as a metaphor for the fact that he’ll soon become lost in London Below, and have difficulties finding his way there (as in “of course he had trouble making sense of the underground world since he had no map”).
Speaking of metaphors, I have very much liked the mention of “a fraction of a second that becomes a tiny forever” (probably because a second is so the opposite of forever that even the mere idea of associating the two seems somewhat out of this world :) ).
What I liked most: I was fascinated most by the idea of opening doors, especially when it came to creating doors where there previously were none. The image that I liked most though was that of the house Door and her family lived in:
The swimming pool was an indoor Victorian structure, constructed of marble and of cast iron. Her father had found it when he was younger, abandoned and about to be demolished, and he had woven it into the fabric of the House Without Doors. Perhaps in the world outside, in London Above, the room had long been destroyed and forgotten. Door had no idea where any of the rooms of her house were, physically. Her grandfather had constructed the house, taking a room from here, a room from there, all through London, discrete and doorless; her father had added to it.
I was also fond of the ending, more precisely of the fact that show spoiler
What I liked least: I found it a charming book with nothing to criticize :)
Recommend it to? Everyone who enjoys reading fantasy, of course :)
Written by the same author:
American Gods
Coraline
Good Omens (with Sir Terry Pratchett)
The Graveyard Book
Snow, Glass, Apples
Stardust
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