A startlingly dark short story featuring some characters from the American Gods sequel-novella “The Monarch of the Glen”.
Like “Anansi Boys”, it’s very iterative in the sense of not really following up on “American Gods” in any direct ways – for much of my time reading the story I was honestly not quite sure if it’s even meant to be in the same universe as it, or if Gaiman was just reusing certain characters – which works in its favour, as it does have its own particular style. Very “crime movie with a persistent voiceover”.
The imagery was very evocative, perhaps because the story was apparently originally intended to be a comic. A short read, but a fascinating one. I give it three “Particular Cabs” and a “Shahinai bat-thing”.