A review by snowbenton
Neverwhere, by Neil Gaiman


Richard Mayhew, a man with no friends and a terrible fiancee, helps a girl from an otherworldly London and finds himself trapped there with no way home. The plot meanders aimlessly from Richard's dull life to Door(the girl he helped)'s sad one and back again, occasionally incorporating torture, crime, vaguely immortal beings, angels, and other parallel universe problems. The lack of plot is exacerbated by a lack of description of the other London that results in London Below seeming impossibly dull and grey as if it were a math textbook viewed through several sheer scarves. The characters all just plod along with no real shape or distinct personalities. If not for the occasional interjection of his trademark oddball sarcasm, I would be hard-pressed to believe this was Neil Gaiman.