Posts tagged neil gaiman
Posts tagged neil gaiman
Religions are, by definition, metaphors, after all: God is a dream, a hope, a woman, an ironist, a father, a city, a house of many rooms, a watchmaker who left his prize chronometer in the desert, someone who loves you - even, perhaps, against all evidence, a celestial being whose only interest is to make sure your football team, army, business, or marriage thrives, prospers, and triumphs over all opposition. Religions are places to stand and look and act, vantage points from which to view the world.
American Gods by Neil Gaiman
Only six days until Amanda comes home from tour…
Not that I’m counting or anything, of course.
It was a very poor pink pony, who had saved up all its ponymoney the previous year and got the finest blue glittery star it could. It had reveled in how fashionable it was, and been overjoyed when all the other ponies gave it envious looks and sidelong glances.
But fashion moved on inexorably in pony world and after a year the blue star it was so proud of went out of fashion. All the hip cool ponies were wearing silver stars. Our pony had spent all its ponymoney on a blue star, and was going to have to start saving up for a silver star, but it did not yet have enough.
And somewhere the fashion-star-designing ponies were laughing, because they knew that by the time the pony could afford a silver star, they would already have moved on to mauve.
Yoshitaka Amano meets David Bowie
Wow, can’t believe I never heard of this. According to this interview (click), the artwork (of which there is a good deal more) also features Iman and most of the clothing is designed by Dior. Neil Gaiman later wrote a short story based on the art.
Amano + Bowie + Iman + Dior + Gaiman. Collaboration is a beautiful thing.
WELL DANG I’LL BE.
the best of give up-gaiman
One of those “if I could turn back time 12 hours and not put up that photo” moments…
Neil Gaiman’s, ‘That’s all I’ve got’ face. By now, twenty people have probably already done this, but I’ve had a boring morning so have another anyway. :)
3 of my favourite people.
I love Lemony Snicket. I love my wife. I love them in very different ways.
No, that wasn’t what I meant at all.
Literary perverts, make some noise! Some quiet, muffled noise.
True Stories With Audiobooks: One time I found myself listening to Mr. Gaiman narrate some details of Tristran Thorn’s conception whilst sitting in a crowded hospital waiting room. This was pre-“50 Shades of public transport” days. Glancing around at strangers like: “THEY CAN TELL”
The last story I had to record last week (when I did the OCEAN AT THE END OF THE LANE and SMOKE AND MIRRORS audiobooks in Austin) was “Tastings” from Smoke and Mirrors. I remembered that the story contained a lot of sex, but it wasn’t real to me quite how much until I had to read it, to an audience consisting of an extremely beautiful female sound engineer who had listened to me read for six days. And who hadn’t heard anything like that. (I also realised I’d never read it aloud before.)
I worry I’ll get stern letters, when the book comes out.