The Ocean at the End of the Lane: A Novel
#1 New
York Times Bestseller
From #1 New York Times
bestselling author Neil Gaiman, a haunting novel that explores the awesome
power of memory, friendship, and sacrifice―one of ten classic Gaiman works
repackaged with elegant original watercolor art by acclaimed artist Henry Sene
Yee
"A novel about the truths—some wonderful, some terrible—that children know and adults do not.” —Time Magazine
Returning
to his childhood home to attend a funeral, a middle-aged man is drawn back to a
place once alive with monsters and magic; to a past where the impossible is all
too frighteningly real . . .
A
haunting meditation on memory, wonder, friendship, and sacrifice, The Ocean
at the End of the Lane, which was named “Book of the Year” by the UK
National Book Awards, is a groundbreaking triumph of storytelling as delicate as
a butterfly’s wing and as menacing as a knife in the dark.
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Readers say Neil Gaiman’s *The Ocean at the End of the Lane* is a haunting, poetic tale blending childhood memory, imagination, and the supernatural. ...
This is the first Neil Gaiman book that I have read and I'm so glad that I started with this one. I didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't this. What did I just read? It was completely surreal and not, at the same time. In a way, it reminds me of The Langoliers; a cosmic balancing act. This is an engrossing book, but don't read it at night.
I liked this book - the story was interesting. But, I'm not going to lie - did I not understand it? I read some extremely literary fiction that makes absolute sense to me - I'm pouring through Wuthering Heights and The Story of Edgar Sawtelle simultaneously right now, and they both make more sense than this book did.
The novel begins with a man returning to his home town in England for a funeral. Let's just say his life hasn't gone according to plan and upon his return he revisits his childhood home, which has since been demolished. He travels down to the end of the lane where Lettie Hempstock used to live and asks to sit by her ocean, that is really a pond but the imagination runs wild in this novel.
And then we time travel through his memory. He was a quiet, bookish, seven year old boy different from his family. They are having financial struggles and he loses his room to renter; a mysterious opal miner that crosses too soon to the other side by questionable means, and dark events begin to occur.
Upon the opal miner's death, the young boy meets Lettie Hempstock, and out of nowhere she agrees to allow him to tag along as she takes a trip to an odd place that lies somewhere between this world and the next. (See - now this is where I start to get confused...I can't quite piece together why she suddenly invites him on such a possibly dangerous journey.) And as fate would have, a moment goes wrong in the place of evil and the boy's life is changed forever.
I did love Lettie Hempstock - the somewhat main character (she's why I kept reading). I guess the true protagonist was the little boy looking back on his life - a Mockingbirdesque feel to being a grown up and learning a lesson - and understanding how he's come to cope with his "piths and moments" of adulthood.
It's a short book and the writing is flawless. It's on the list for Battle of the Books for the 2015-2016 school year, but the author warns that this is not a fable for children...the reality is far too dark, and there are definitely some adult themes. After reading this, I've decided it's a metaphor, which is what makes it a simple, but challenging read.
This book is about drowning the demons, both literally and figuratively. And what happens in a life if one doesn't; and the lesson that there are those willing to save you.
The novel begins with a man returning to his home town in England for a funeral. Let's just say his life hasn't gone according to plan and upon his return he revisits his childhood home, which has since been demolished. He travels down to the end of the lane where Lettie Hempstock used to live and asks to sit by her ocean, that is really a pond but the imagination runs wild in this novel.
And then we time travel through his memory. He was a quiet, bookish, seven year old boy different from his family. They are having financial struggles and he loses his room to renter; a mysterious opal miner that crosses too soon to the other side by questionable means, and dark events begin to occur.
Upon the opal miner's death, the young boy meets Lettie Hempstock, and out of nowhere she agrees to allow him to tag along as she takes a trip to an odd place that lies somewhere between this world and the next. (See - now this is where I start to get confused...I can't quite piece together why she suddenly invites him on such a possibly dangerous journey.) And as fate would have, a moment goes wrong in the place of evil and the boy's life is changed forever.
I did love Lettie Hempstock - the somewhat main character (she's why I kept reading). I guess the true protagonist was the little boy looking back on his life - a Mockingbirdesque feel to being a grown up and learning a lesson - and understanding how he's come to cope with his "piths and moments" of adulthood.
It's a short book and the writing is flawless. It's on the list for Battle of the Books for the 2015-2016 school year, but the author warns that this is not a fable for children...the reality is far too dark, and there are definitely some adult themes. After reading this, I've decided it's a metaphor, which is what makes it a simple, but challenging read.
This book is about drowning the demons, both literally and figuratively. And what happens in a life if one doesn't; and the lesson that there are those willing to save you.
Mind bending. A journey through a child’s eyes that keeps you guessing about what’s real or fantasy or both!
“Childhood memories are sometimes covered and obscured beneath the things that come later, like childhood toys forgotten at the bottom of a crammed adult closet, but they are never lost for good."
How to describe this book . . . It's as if Old Mrs. Hempstock has faded my memories of this story, and to accurately recall the characters, the plot, I would fail miserably, just as retelling a brief, ill-remembered anecdote from my childhood.
Gaiman's tale is not one that is neatly defined or categorized, nor is it easily summarized into a succinct little paragraph that allows the reader to determine whether to pick up the book and devour its pages as I did or pass over the opportunity to be transported to the land of fairy tales, abandoned long ago as we, like Wendy, grew up.
“I saw the world I had walked since my birth and I understood how fragile it was, that the reality I knew was a thin layer of icing on a great dark birthday cake writhing with grubs and nightmares and hunger. I saw the world from above and below. I saw that there were patterns and gates and paths beyond the real. I saw all these things and understood them and they filled me, just as the waters of the ocean filled me.”
The lyrical prose, the darkness and light, the mystical and fantastical, all serve as reminders of our long-forgotten childhoods - the part of us that still longs for that feeling of sheer joy at discovering something new or the exhilaration of entering the land of make-believe.
But the comfort and security found in the wisdom of Ginnie Hempstock are more than reassuring to the child deep within us:
“And did I pass?’
The face of the old woman on my right was unreadable in the gathering dusk. On my left the younger woman said, ‘You don’t pass or fail at being a person, dear.”
How to describe this book . . . It's as if Old Mrs. Hempstock has faded my memories of this story, and to accurately recall the characters, the plot, I would fail miserably, just as retelling a brief, ill-remembered anecdote from my childhood.
Gaiman's tale is not one that is neatly defined or categorized, nor is it easily summarized into a succinct little paragraph that allows the reader to determine whether to pick up the book and devour its pages as I did or pass over the opportunity to be transported to the land of fairy tales, abandoned long ago as we, like Wendy, grew up.
“I saw the world I had walked since my birth and I understood how fragile it was, that the reality I knew was a thin layer of icing on a great dark birthday cake writhing with grubs and nightmares and hunger. I saw the world from above and below. I saw that there were patterns and gates and paths beyond the real. I saw all these things and understood them and they filled me, just as the waters of the ocean filled me.”
The lyrical prose, the darkness and light, the mystical and fantastical, all serve as reminders of our long-forgotten childhoods - the part of us that still longs for that feeling of sheer joy at discovering something new or the exhilaration of entering the land of make-believe.
But the comfort and security found in the wisdom of Ginnie Hempstock are more than reassuring to the child deep within us:
“And did I pass?’
The face of the old woman on my right was unreadable in the gathering dusk. On my left the younger woman said, ‘You don’t pass or fail at being a person, dear.”
Honestly, I don't know how to rate this. Giving it two stars seems hardly unfair and yet the book does not seem to reach a three star standing either. It is one book that I feel should not be rated. It is instead a book that simply exists; like a spider on a window sill or a dull tooth ache.
The best way I can describe this book is that it is like a bad dream. You are conscious of the events taking place but you don't really know how or why it is happening. The only way to wake up is to stop reading. After that you are left with the distinct feeling of gloom as you move about your daily events knowing that something unpleasant kept you up last night, and it will be waiting for you when you get back home. I use this definition to explain the basic synopsis of the book as well as how I felt while reading it.
This book most certainly contains Gaiman's ease for magical realism and acute darkness, but it is a loosely tied book where the events that take place feel muddled at best. This of course has to do with the fact that for the majority of the story, our protagonist is seven-years old and is having difficulties understanding the grown-up world that he has collided into. But it is also due to the audience's lack of understanding of the magic being used. All I can say is be prepared to have questions at the end of the book that you must be content with never knowing the answers to.
My favorite part of the book is no doubt the cover. It is perhaps one of the most beautiful covers I have ever seen and I am willing to keep this book on my shelf (although I am almost certain I will never read it again) for that simple fact.
The best way I can describe this book is that it is like a bad dream. You are conscious of the events taking place but you don't really know how or why it is happening. The only way to wake up is to stop reading. After that you are left with the distinct feeling of gloom as you move about your daily events knowing that something unpleasant kept you up last night, and it will be waiting for you when you get back home. I use this definition to explain the basic synopsis of the book as well as how I felt while reading it.
This book most certainly contains Gaiman's ease for magical realism and acute darkness, but it is a loosely tied book where the events that take place feel muddled at best. This of course has to do with the fact that for the majority of the story, our protagonist is seven-years old and is having difficulties understanding the grown-up world that he has collided into. But it is also due to the audience's lack of understanding of the magic being used. All I can say is be prepared to have questions at the end of the book that you must be content with never knowing the answers to.
My favorite part of the book is no doubt the cover. It is perhaps one of the most beautiful covers I have ever seen and I am willing to keep this book on my shelf (although I am almost certain I will never read it again) for that simple fact.
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