Humour is a funny thing, they say
and what makes one
person laugh leaves another wondering where the joke is. Its evident from the
introduction that Neil Gaiman found this novel hilarious, and since I like his work, I
figured the humour here ought to work for me. Well, it didnt. Not that its a
bad work, its well-crafted and clever, and has a sweet ending, but its too
much another one of those inner city US sit-coms that just leave me cold. It is quite
American in flavour, being (mostly) set in New York as you may deduce from the title, and
very
urban. Classic New Zealand comedy tends more to the rural, so theres a
humour gap right there. Two groups of British fairies find themselves, more or less,
simultaneously, stranded in New York. Morag and Heather, fleeing the avenging McLeod
fairies, end up with the poorly socialized slob, Dinnie, (who lives above a theatre where
a production of "Midsummer Nights Dream" is in rehearsal) and Kerry, who
lives in a nearby apartment. Kerry has Crohns disease, a decidedly unfunny
condition. You have to feel sorry for her. In fact, I found myself pitying most of the
human characters in this book which is something that gets in the way of enjoying
the humour as far as Im concerned (I cant tolerate "Mr. Bean" for
that very reason). The other fairies are fleeing the Cornish fairy king, and end up in
Central Park. New York proves to have its own fairies, and theres a fair amount of
fairly amusing slapstick as various objects are passed from person to fairy and around and
around.
Another thing that gets in the way of the humour is my absolute ignorance of American
punk rock a subject about which I have no desire to be enlightened. Consequently,
its highly probable that other readers would get far more fun out of this book than
I did. (And, alas, though it is about fairies, its not a book for children
far too many blatant sexual references and unfriendly word choices).
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