“I miss you’, he admitted.
‘I’m here’, she said.
‘That’s when I miss you most. When you’re here. When you aren’t here, when you’re just a ghost of the past or a dream from another life, it’s easier then.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods
Everything you imagine is real.
No, this is not some law of attraction bullshit, the ever increasing mantra of the self-help gurus of the world. This is the basis of the universe created by Neil Gaiman.
Gods are real, because people believe in them.
Faith is the one force on Earth capable of shaping the world.
American Gods, the TV show, uses this equation as a driving force for its narrative. One that is beginning to unravel its mysteries. Slowly. Painfully slow.
But this is, by no means, a boring show. Quite the contrary.
For a story that shows a Mexican Jesus at one point, or a genie driving a cab through New York, American Gods makes a bold statement: change is the only constant of the Universe. And gods, too, have to change.
The age old battle of good versus evil is replace by old versus new. How certain elements will always try to fight back change, fight back what most consider as evolution.
American Gods tells the story of a world that doesn’t make sense to anyone except the believer.
And it does turn you into one fairly easily.