The speculative genre is not small any longer. It has countless of sub-genres and cult-symbols, its followers occupy at least half of the Internet and the movies with the biggest revenues aren’t exactly the kitchen-sink dramas of yore. However, if we take a quick look at the literary side of things, we discover that there isn’t really a lot of authors that cross their assigned demographics to become something more than the fixation of fan-boys and raving nerds (a category I admittedly belong to). Stephen King is one example, Cormac McCarthy and JK Rowling are others, but none of those can quite match up to Neil Gaiman for me. He’s without doubt one my most beloved authors, and with “The Graveyard Book”, he’s written yet another novel so overflowing with magic that you’ll never walk into a graveyard without taking a second glance around your shoulder, remembering quietly the time you spent huddled captivated over its crisp pages.
I know I will.

“It is going to take more than just a couple of good hearted souls to raise this child. It will,” said Silas, “take a graveyard.”
- “The Graveyard Book”, page 20, by Neil Gaiman
“The Graveyard Book” is Neil Gaiman’s homage to Rudyard Kipling’s classic, “The Jungle Book”, and is therefore obviously not a book aimed primarily at adult readers. The story is about a boy named Nobody “Bod” Owens who was just a child when his family was assassinated by the man Jack. Little Bod managed to get away by crawling into a nearby graveyard filled with the ghosts of the dearly departed. These souls sensed the danger the child was in and decided to hide him from the man Jack until he grew old enough to take care of himself.
“The Graveyard book” is a tale about growing up, about ghouls and ghosts and about doing the right thing, and it’s all told with Neil Gaiman’s effortless prose and magical narrative. The story is told from Bod’s viewpoint with some occasional interludes that depict important scenes elsewhere in the world. It’s also written in a manner that makes each chapter a story unto itself (Chapter 4, “The Witch’s Headstone”, received a Locus award for “Best Novellete”), but not to the degree that the book feels more like a short story collection. My favourite chapter was chapter 5 “Danse Macabre”, which I think best epitomised the chilling, yet strangely cosy feel this book had.
My biggest objection to this book is actually that I think it was too short. This may very well have something to do with the fact that I could read Gaiman’s prose from now ’till doomsday without tiring, but I still think it could’ve used a little more space to flesh out its supporting characters and the reason why the man Jack killed Bod’s family. I realize that the plot was more of an excuse for Gaiman to tell the story of a boy that grows up in graveyard, and that it’s audience won’t probably care much about all of this, but… I do. I found the revelations in the last chapter to be too rushed and, frankly, not very original. I won’t spoil you, but it should suffice to say that Gaiman doesn’t shy away from a familiar fantasy trappings, and that saddens me, ’cause I know he could’ve done something cooler if he wanted to. But he didn’t, and that’s understandable when you consider that the book doesn’t really aim much higher than where it hits.
And where is that, exactly? I’d say pretty high, all though it doesn’t go down for me as one of Gaiman’s better novels. I don’t think an adult reader will take much away from this aside from the fuzzy feeling you get when you read something that you know is very well told, but not much more than that. However, if I’d gotten my hands on this book when I was a ten years younger, I’d probably think it was the most amazing thing ever, and I’d reread it till the spine broke the pages got stained with cookie crumbs and chocolate milk (most of my childhood books are).
Summed up, I’d say you should read “The Graveyard Book” if you’re a fan of Gaiman, and then you should find a young relative to pass it onto when you’re done. It’s what I’d do if I didn’t protect my Gaiman books like Smaug does with his treasure, and I’m not letting any Bagginses near them ever. They better keep their hairy feet off ‘em, I say!
8.0/10
The Graveyard Book can be pre-ordered from any online retailer that does that sort of thing. It will be released on the 31th of October; a date perhaps better known as Halloween…

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How is it for people who love “The Jungle Book” a little bit more than what’s completely sane?
19. July 2008 @ 16:10 ( Permalink )
I wouldn’t know, seeing as I can’t remember anything about the Jungle Book, aside from that I thought the movie was fun when I was little. However, If I were to venture a guess, I’d say it’d be pretty much the same experience for you loonies as it would for less loony readers.
20. July 2008 @ 13:41 ( Permalink )
“The movie”? Which one? There’s like a bazillion.
Ah, so it’s not really closely reminiscent of “The Jungle Book” other than in title and basic premise, then?
20. July 2008 @ 17:59 ( Permalink )
It was the animated Disney version of the film, which I understand is vastly different from the original text, but after having consulted some googled sources, I can with some confidence say that these two books aren’t all that similar aside from those two factors.
21. July 2008 @ 11:26 ( Permalink )
Ah, okay.
And the animated DIsney-version, whilst awesome in its own right, might as well be called “Robert Johnson the Jungle Boy” or something, it’s got nothing but a few character-names and the idea of a boy raised in the jungle of India in common with the original. Disney actually instructed his animators specifically not to read the book.
21. July 2008 @ 12:07 ( Permalink )
I’m looking forward to this novel, if not quite as much as I would to another adult Gaiman effort like AG or Anansi Boys. It seems very well-written though, if indeed somewhat short.
26. July 2008 @ 10:03 ( Permalink )
Anything written by Gaiman is too short in my book
26. July 2008 @ 13:47 ( Permalink )
Terje comes along over a month later, to bug everyone with dumb comments! Yay!
“Cormac McCarthy”
Actually, if I’m not much mistaken, Cormac McCarthy is slumming when he writes speculative fiction-y novels like The Road.
“the spine broke the pages got stained with cookie crumbs and chocolate milk (most of my childhood books are).”
Kids today. Sigh.
Also, not that it’s really needed, considering who wrote this, but I’ll make a mental note of it anyway. Think I’m gonna read The Jungle Book first, though, just to get the chronological order right (I’m rather anal about such things), and before I do that, I need to find my copy of it. As well as get through a dozen other books. But having this one to look forward to’ll be a nice incentive for me to read The Jungle Book.
2. September 2008 @ 15:40 ( Permalink )
Just be warned, Kipling’s writing style isn’t exactly current, and the book (especially the first of the two) isn’t really intended for adults.
(Sorry, I just get jumpy when someone I want to like stuff that I like wants to read the book that basically designed my brain)
2. September 2008 @ 16:44 ( Permalink )
No worries, I’ve read enough 19th century novels not to have too high expectations to them.
3. September 2008 @ 03:24 ( Permalink )
I didn’t think you would, but as I said, jumpy.
3. September 2008 @ 04:11 ( Permalink )
“Actually, if I’m not much mistaken, Cormac McCarthy is slumming when he writes speculative fiction-y novels like The Road.”
Well, he won the Pulitzer Prize for it, which is if not the biggest than at least one of most prestigious book awards out there…
“Kids today. Sigh.”
Hey, at least I got over it. I now obsess with keeping my books safe and sound. Some of my sisters, however, insist that books are the perfect coasters (the horror!).
“just to get the chronological order right”
Not that there’s actually any relation between the two
3. September 2008 @ 05:45 ( Permalink )
“Well, he won the Pulitzer Prize for it, which is if not the biggest than at least one of most prestigious book awards out there…”
Yeah, I know he did, but that doesn’t change the fact (at least I think it’s a fact) that he isn’t, as you portrayed him, a SF author who has “broken through the glass ceiling”, but rather a mainstream literary fiction writer who’s taking a trip to the ghettos of genre fiction to show us backwards neanderthals who’s the boss. (Not to imply that that was in any way his motivation, or that it even crossed his mind, but you get what I mean, right?)
“Some of my sisters, however, insist that books are the perfect coasters (the horror!).”
My pulse actually increases just from reading this. *shudder*
“Not that there’s actually any relation between the two”
Hey, keep your filthy reason out of my life!
3. September 2008 @ 06:16 ( Permalink )
I can totally picture him being more than a little insulted if someone throws the SF label after him. He looked like a sad, grumpy man during the Oscars (whenever he wasn’t cheering, of course). But I get your point - I just had trouble thinking of many authors in that particular category.
I’ll be interested to see what they make out of the “The Road”. Viggo Mortensen in the lead looks interesting.
3. September 2008 @ 08:28 ( Permalink )
They’re making a movie of it? Now *that*, I want to see. I imagine it’ll be an extremely bleak thing, and that it’ll make people almost as depressed as a film adaptation of Bakker’s Neuropath would.
“I just had trouble thinking of many authors in that particular category.”
Well, Martin could be said to belong to it, as could Gene Wolfe; I’ve heard both mentioned by lit.majors, among others, up at Dragvoll, and too many times for it to be a coincidence. Of course, none of them are likely to be GBP billionairs off their writings any time soon, as some of the ones you mentioned, but they’re both fairly famous outside of the genre fanboy culture.
3. September 2008 @ 13:49 ( Permalink )
Yeah, I remember seeing some very white and dreary looking pictures of Viggo and a kid wading through an overcast landscape. Seems about right.
I should’ve obviously have mentioned Wolfe. I don’t think Martin has written/finished anything as critically acclaimed as him yet, so he probably doesn’t count.
4. September 2008 @ 08:11 ( Permalink )