By Neil Gaiman.
Being Preludes and Nocturnes, The Doll’s House, Dream Country, Season of Mists and A Game of You.
Begun 02 Jan 2009; finished 09 Jan.
My (rather poor) excuse for not having read The Sandman earlier is that I couldn’t figure out where the story began. A friend kindly solved my impasse by lending me the first five story arcs. I won’t give a synopsis since the stories very complex; Wikipedia and others can explain it better.
I’d only read one work by Neil Gaiman prior to this, American Gods. That book revealed what a masterful author he was, and that fact was reinforced in The Sandman. Gaiman is a very imaginative creator, a careful writer. Commencing each story arc was like opening a window into a new land, which gradually unfolded before my eyes. The deeper I went into the story, the more detailed each character became; each element of the story — character, setting, idea, ambience — became sharper and more vivid, intertwined with each other in complex patterns; finally all the threads begun were connected, carefully tied off, and resolved into a marvellously detailed tapestry of story.
Gaiman takes his time to spin the tale, and the luxuriant slowness of the storytelling was tangible: I would surface out of the story feeling as if hours and hours had passed. (And sometimes, that was true.) Indeed, all the Sandman stories had a dreamy, faraway, mythical ambience — very fitting for stories surrounding the immortal Dream and his oneiric kingdom. Gaiman’s world-view is also quite evident throughout the stories, and some appear to me as vehicles to convey a particular message concerning the world. Even though I read The Sandman purely for the story, I’m sure I could’ve obtained some sort of moral message from it.
As for the stories themselves, they were wonderfully told, and Gaiman is undoubtedly a talented author and extremely clever at weaving mythology, history and fiction into new creations. But his stories did not move me, and whilst they were absorbing and worth reading, I wouldn’t say that I enjoyed them. So I’m currently impartial to The Sandman, and remain ambivalent about Gaiman as an author. If reading is a love affair, I’m still waiting for him to woo me.
So that’s all I have to say about The Sandman. This review definitely doesn’t do the graphic novels justice; there’s so much more to them and I’ve only given terse coverage of how I felt about the stories, but in this first pass I didn’t bother to read deeper into the philosophies and ideologies of The Sandman. I’m glad I read them, but the rest of the series isn’t particularly high on my list.