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Tuesday, August 30, 2005

the Endless seven

the problem with speed reading something as chaotic and as deviant as Neil Gaiman's Sandman is that it sends a myriad of luminous ghosts of philosophical and satirical ideas ricocheting softly about your head. you start falling in love with characters like Delirium and Dream. and who could resist the most attractive and human of the Endless, who is Death herself?

Delirium has bred colourful flickering guppies in my head that feed on logic and common sense. it drains and uplifts at the same time. while Dream, he is boring and strange and touchingly human.

Neil Gaiman is a bizarre writer. he bores me with his library of extensive historical and modern stories and characters yet at the same time excites me with the madness and depth of the dark allegories of the Endless (Destiny, Death, Dream, Destruction, Desire, Despair, Delirium).

at the end of the mad journey, and at the death of Dream, Delirium holds my hand while promising me more guppies and Death whispers things unheard. Destiny's quill scratched away while Desire and Despair hid in crevices of the soul that i dare not peek.
Posted by NHJ 8/30/2005 12:56:00 pm