Falling Through The Cracks
Shakespeare and Company photo credit- Iwannadancewithsomebody2 Yesterday was Halloween. I celebrated by listening to Neil Gaiman, in heavy black-rimmed glasses and a black top hat, read live from an eerie candlelit library at his home in Skye, Scotland. I could hear wind howling on the other side of the library's darkened windows while his lilting, smokey voice lured me into a Click Clack Rattlebag story, which was scary - but not too scary -and yet now my house feels just a bit too big and my front door, a little too slammy. I was first introduced to Neil Gaiman by my friend Nik Palmer. Nik suggested I read Neverwhere , the story of a man who found another world, an Otherworld, beneath the streets of London. I loved it and went on to read everything Mr. Gaiman has ever written. Nik was pleased. Nik and his wife, Ana, used to live nearby. Nik is into fantasy video games; he designs them, plays them, and even works ...