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A review by kmardahl
The Sandman Vol. 7: Brief Lives by Neil Gaiman
5.0
The imagination of this guy! I would like to sit next to Neil Gaiman at a dinner party, but he would be bored having me by his side. I would just sit with my jaw open all the time sounding somewhat like Lady Delirium.
As the Preface, put at the back to be a Conclusion, too, says, this is a very linear story. I am so glad to be reading an album. I would have been in agony waiting for the new comic to come out back when these were all comics. This story was very much in touch with some emotions - of wanting and seeking and finding or not finding. Sometimes there are really dreadful things in these stories like the lives of some of the humans Despair contacts or that Corinthian. Yet they are a part of the storytelling whole and belong here. Nothing everything in our lives is just so and perfect. When Gaiman is sharing this universe, the vastness of it all means there will be bits we don't like, that make us feel uncomfortable or scared.
I actually finished reading this book at my office after work today because I had to return it to the library today. When I finished, I was alone in an empty office with the mixed emotions from the journeys in the book. I wanted to be alone to digest it all. I put on some music and started walking home along the harbour. I was pleased there were strong winds that shook me a bit while I admired the blue skies and the few white clouds that were hanging around. The slightly melancholy music and the wind were the perfect transition after finishing the book. I couldn't talk to anyone. I just wanted to be alone to let my thoughts digest what I had read. I am amazed at how the power of the words and the illustrations move me. I don't me move as in a tale of some brave soul succeeding against all odds. This is much bigger than that. Bigger questions about life. I am not sure that the story alone would be as powerful as it is without the drawings. They belong together. Oh, Neil Gaiman is a master at words. I cried from the emotions I felt at the end of "The Ocean at the End of the Lane". That was only words. But this was constructed from both words and illustrations. They belong together like yin and yang. Reading The Sandman is a fascinating journey. I notice there are only 4 books left. I felt slightly sad at that thought. I can sense Destiny just staring at me with a slight nod when I say that.
As for the book itself, I think the drawings in this book were much cleaner. Sometimes it seems like a detail is drawn with too thick a pen and the thing becomes an unrecognisable glop instead of the detail. I assume it is a printing problem.
As the Preface, put at the back to be a Conclusion, too, says, this is a very linear story. I am so glad to be reading an album. I would have been in agony waiting for the new comic to come out back when these were all comics. This story was very much in touch with some emotions - of wanting and seeking and finding or not finding. Sometimes there are really dreadful things in these stories like the lives of some of the humans Despair contacts or that Corinthian. Yet they are a part of the storytelling whole and belong here. Nothing everything in our lives is just so and perfect. When Gaiman is sharing this universe, the vastness of it all means there will be bits we don't like, that make us feel uncomfortable or scared.
I actually finished reading this book at my office after work today because I had to return it to the library today. When I finished, I was alone in an empty office with the mixed emotions from the journeys in the book. I wanted to be alone to digest it all. I put on some music and started walking home along the harbour. I was pleased there were strong winds that shook me a bit while I admired the blue skies and the few white clouds that were hanging around. The slightly melancholy music and the wind were the perfect transition after finishing the book. I couldn't talk to anyone. I just wanted to be alone to let my thoughts digest what I had read. I am amazed at how the power of the words and the illustrations move me. I don't me move as in a tale of some brave soul succeeding against all odds. This is much bigger than that. Bigger questions about life. I am not sure that the story alone would be as powerful as it is without the drawings. They belong together. Oh, Neil Gaiman is a master at words. I cried from the emotions I felt at the end of "The Ocean at the End of the Lane". That was only words. But this was constructed from both words and illustrations. They belong together like yin and yang. Reading The Sandman is a fascinating journey. I notice there are only 4 books left. I felt slightly sad at that thought. I can sense Destiny just staring at me with a slight nod when I say that.
As for the book itself, I think the drawings in this book were much cleaner. Sometimes it seems like a detail is drawn with too thick a pen and the thing becomes an unrecognisable glop instead of the detail. I assume it is a printing problem.