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I broke a tooth yesterday - knocked a corner off a molar. Actually, knocked a repair of a previous breakage off. So no new damage, just old damage to be repaired again. The thing about broken teeth is that while it does not hurt, my tongue is constantly seeking it out. Almost by reflex I keep probing to check on the damage. Its a kind of fascination.
Reading Neil Gaiman is a different kind of fascination. The kind that is generated by genius. Fragile Things, his latest collection is not his best work however. It appears to be all the various short pieces he has written over the last couple of years thrown into one volume. Many of the stories are every bit as good as you might expect, but others are less so. Some have the appearance of something jotted down in and idle moment - a good idea that hasn't really been fully worked up into a story. Others fall into that category of being too clever. They author having so much fun with the style and tricks that he forgets about entertaining the audience.
But in the final analysis, it is still Gaiman and therefore still genius. Just a bit flawed this time. A bit like my teeth.
Reading Neil Gaiman is a different kind of fascination. The kind that is generated by genius. Fragile Things, his latest collection is not his best work however. It appears to be all the various short pieces he has written over the last couple of years thrown into one volume. Many of the stories are every bit as good as you might expect, but others are less so. Some have the appearance of something jotted down in and idle moment - a good idea that hasn't really been fully worked up into a story. Others fall into that category of being too clever. They author having so much fun with the style and tricks that he forgets about entertaining the audience.
But in the final analysis, it is still Gaiman and therefore still genius. Just a bit flawed this time. A bit like my teeth.