American Gods: The Moment of the Storm by Neil Gaiman

​The storm is here. The battle between the old and the new will be waged right in the center of America. Perfect for a novel with such strong Americana undertones.
It’s all set to go, but then again, there’s Shadow. The wild card. Played, sacrificed, but never quite beaten. Not even all that predictable. Shadow, the unwitting participant, who is strong enough, smart enough, and determined enough to tear up the rulebook and change the game.
Trippy (trippier than its predecessors) but a potent resolution and a perfectly appropriate ending to the epic adventure.
All is explained, all loose ends are tied, all done in a satisfactory manner that a reader (after that much time and emotional investment) deserves. Very, very good.
Does anyone else see Paul Newman’s face in Shadow’s? Why does Fabry’s idea of Shadow varies so much from the other artists? It’s like he draws a different character, one, oddly enough, darker and darker skinned as the story progresses, when Shadow is clearly described as ambiguously multiracial, a crucial description–a mix and a melting pot in one man to echo the multiracial makeup of the country itself.
Also, weird to learn just how much the artists relied on Photoshop. Maybe I’m just old-fashioned enough to find it weird.
But at any rate, what an adventure. Categorically an epic. A very good adaptation of a great novel. Very much worth a read. Recommended.