Neil Gaiman’s Stardust is a Fairy Tale Defined by Boundaries #SciFiSunday
V.E. Schwab of Tor.com revisits the wonferful 2008 novel Stardust by Neil Gaiman.
Neil Gaiman himself seems to have but one incarnation—dressed in all black with a mop of unruly hair—but his body of work presents a far less cohesive image. Some hear his name and think of the personification of sleep, others of a boy living in a graveyard, or an Other Mother with button eyes, or a world where gods walk among men.
I hear his name, and think of Wall.
I think of Tristran Thorne, and the Lilim, and the brothers of Stormhold, and the star who fell from the sky.
I think of Stardust.
Neil Gaiman’s self-proclaimed “fairy tale for adults” is all of his best traits—his whimsy and his subtle darkness, his love of archetypes and his lilting voice—in one slim, perfect book.