So, I was going to write a review of Neil Gaiman’s book Trigger Warning, a collection of previously published short fiction (plus one new piece, from the American Gods universe).  I was going to say how immersive his writing is, how much it feels like entering a dream, how
I can only read one story at a time and then I have to go away for a while and think it over.  I would say that while many people I know feel the title is dismissive, I found the opening essay to be quite reflective and interesting.  I would point out that I’m not that crazy about the Doctor Who story but “The Man Who Forgot Ray Bradbury” made me cry, which was awkward because I was in public when I read it.  I would point out that it’s very disappointing that “Black Dog”, the American Gods story, isn’t included in the ARC – I can’t tell you if the story is any good although I love American Gods.

Then I read this review, and it’s so good that I’m going to link to it and say, “well, my work here is done”.  The New Statesman’s reviewer, Frank Cottrell Boyce, wrote a brilliant review and essay called “Distraction Techniques: Neil Gaiman’s New Book Proves You Can’t Read a Short Story Online”.   It’s fantastic review of the book, Gaiman’s expertise as a master of social media and multiple forms of storytelling, and the experience of reading in the digital age.   Well played, Boyce, well played!