Endless pleasure, brought to you by Neil Gaiman
Neil Gaiman is a truly unique creative genius, listed by the Dictionary of Literary Biography as one of the top-ten living post-modern writers. You can read his titillating bio here. For all of you haters out there who want to send me to hell for just having discovered the wonders of the Sandman series, I apologize; I know it’s been around for awhile, but better late than never! Above is a photo of Morpheus, king of the Dream realm. As if he wasn’t sexy enough already, being king of the Dreaming makes him a total groupie magnet, for sure. If he wasn’t a cartoon, he and I would have a macabre-looking litter of Endless babies by now.
The Sandman series is an eleven-volume series of graphic novels by Gaiman. The first, Preludes and Nocturnes, is comprised of issues 1-8, and was published as a complete volume in 1991; the last in the series, Endless Nights, was published in 2003. I never could have imagined what an awesome world awaited me once I immersed myself in the genre. I took a graphic novel course this past fall, and was introduced to a plethora of talented writers, among them Art Spiegelman, Marjane Satrapi, and Alison Bechdel. But by far the most impactful of all the authors is Neil Gaiman. I devoured The Doll’s House in a matter of hours, and quickly went in search for more. I even got my anti-literature-of-any-kind sister into the realm of the Dreaming. Also, for all you interested Montrealers, or those interested in travelling to my wonderful city, Gaiman will be in town August 6-10 for the 67th World Science Fiction Convention.
Basically, the series takes us through intertwining events revolving around Morpheus and his siblings, among them, Death, Despair, and Desire. While the series is meant to be read in sequence, the novels are so interesting and brilliantly written that it is not entirely necessary for one to even be familiar with the series as a whole. I happened to read the second volume of the series first, and was not at all confused during my first foray into the Dreaming. The series takes us from the 14th century to the present, though not necessarily chronologically. We travel to Hell and back, and among other things, a convention for serial killers. I plan to read every single piece of writing that Gaiman has ever published, and will begin stalking him as soon as those have been read to retrieve bits of grocery lists stuck to the bottom of his trash can so that I can read those, too. Thankfully, I just graduated and have nothing else to distract me from this future endeavour!
For the record, I’m not the only one who finds the Dream Lord hot. For the love of God, Morpheus, you make me wanna take my clothes off. CALL ME!