A Bookish Wormy Review
The Ocean at the End of the Lane
By: Neil Gaiman
Neil Gaiman, I’m convinced, has an ability to think on an unknown platform that is full of fairy dust and childhood dreams. His ability to see the world as a child not only makes for great stories but is truly a gift. The Ocean at the End of the Lane is a wonderful fairy tale that would stimulate the imagination of the most mundane minds.
There were parts of the book I was not entirely confident in my literary comprehension. A scared young boy overcomes all his anxieties and fights to defeat the unknown.The unknown aspect of the story is very much unknown, I’m not sure I even entirely know what happened. Which in one sense, it’s suppose to be a fairy tale and over explaining takes the magic away; taking away all the perspective of a child. Book moves fast so prepare to keep up. On the other hand, what the hell happened? There are these theoretical physics drops like black matter and wormholes, not sure if that was purely for magical effect or something else. Either way, I was interested.
Story told by his older self, there is a profound nostalgia for the magical nature of childhood. Only the appreciation of the aging adult can genuinely understand the how extraordinary childhood can be. Only the knowledge of an aging adult can see the growth of oneself.
It’s difficult to discuss this story without dropping spoilers or embarrassingly attempting to explain the plot. The novel (novella?) is short and sweet. I read it in two sittings and was pretty hooked the whole time. There is a nice mix of dark, creepy, sentiment, and pure curiosity to keep me interested. It was great and confusing at times but not enough to put down.