“She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.”
Having recently read Neverwhere, I fell head over heels with Neil Gaiman’s prose. I had watched the movie adaptation of Stardust many years ago and only learned recently that it had a book, written by Gaiman.
The book was only about 200 pages long and I read it while I was waiting for a flight to get home for the Christmas holidays. The book is the perfect blend of fantasy and magic to make it a satisfying book to read. There are plenty of characters and they are all perfectly melded no matter how long or short they stay in the narrative.
Gaiman isn’t just an author. He is an artist, who paints with his words. Even if it could be argued that Gaiman’s work is traditionally ‘children’s fiction’, it has so many elements which subverts this. He is a master for all ages, and when reading Stardust I never felt as if I was being spoken down to in the slightest, as often happens sometimes with fiction written for children.
No matter how old or young you are, I would highly recommend picking up a copy of Stardust. It is whimsical, magical and moving, with everything in between. Of course with the healthy dose of whimsy comes with a massive suspension of disbelief, such as the discovery of Tristan’s real mother which seems to happen within a page or so. However, such foibles can be forgiven for the sake of an enticing, interesting story. Now, I really want to rewatch the film sometime.
MY RATING: **** / *****