The Dreamweaver Casts His Sands
So a while ago I got mentally hooked on Neil Gaiman. If nothing more than for substance, I was hooked on the idea of Neil.
He’s weird. He writes cool ass stories. He’s the sort of weird I want to be, but I don’t know how to be. He is the man who is not afraid to write stories that capture the imagination of the old books and twist them.
I figured I could get through his most notable comic/graphic novel “Sandman”. Knowing me I would buy it and let it sit forever. I don’t know why I do that. I buy a book, because it looks cool, then stare at the cover ignoring the substance. Each time I tried to read it, I got confused. It jumps from person to person. Time period to time period. Not knowing how to read comics, in the sense that I try to analyze everything at once instead of panel by panel, didn’t help either.
Recently though, our podcast has gotten me physically and mentally into reading. I’m actively searching out stories. A recent vacation gave me the opportunity to take time to myself and relax. Time to actually read and focus.
Once I started reading the Sandman, and comprehended the first issue, I couldn’t put it down. Morpheus, Lord of the Dream World; One of the Endless, is mistakenly trapped by a cult and pulled into the reality of Earth’s physical plane. For 70 years he is trapped. Generation after generation of family keeps him locked away. Asking for gifts he can not give. Nor would he.
Fast forward a bit, and Morpheus, Lord of Dreams, escapes from his man made prison. Weak can not begin to describe him. Feeding off of one dream he goes out of his way to punish the last of kin of the original captors in a way that still bothers me when I think about it.
Once he becomes able to regain a tiny bit of strength, Dream sets his course to find the things taken from him. He travels to Hell and back, literally and physically, to get what is rightfully his.
Being away for 70 years, things that once were, are no longer. Other members of the Endless try their hand at ruling. They don’t understand his way of ruling and the rules he is bound by. Although, once he is restored, he wastes no time in placing his will and rules among those who’ve strayed from their duties and paths.
Just like dreams themselves, I’m not sure how this series will pan out as the first set I have gotten through has been quite random. He is the King of all dreams, to everyone/thing in the universe that is capable of dreaming. One story in particular is about a cat who suffers a tragedy and sets out to find out why. This cat wants the ways of old to become reality again. Where they ruled and humans were tiny and worshipped them as gods.
What I will say is I’m quite enamored with Morpheus. He’s getting wrapped up in human affiars, which he (and all of the Endless) knows he shouldn’t be. Along with rebuilding his kingdom
The Price You Pay
So far I have read through book 3 of the Omnibus set. If I am not mistaken there are 16 books. I have a long way to go. I think the main inspiration of this onset of Sandman reading is wanting to read the new Overture hard back that came out earlier this year. It is a prequel to the series. And knowing that, I feel like I will not get the magnitude of it, by reading that first.
What’s also new to me is the cost of being a fan. I have loved reading these books. What I haven’t loved is paying 20+ Dollars, American, for each book. Granted, it’s cheaper than issue to issue, I have already spent 70 dollars on Sandman books. Sean has hooked me on Garth Ennis’ Preacher as well. In total… 16 Books, even at 20 a pop, will net 320 plus 65 sales tax, so $340. I guess it’s the woes of reading. Reading things you want to anyways.