Turned to American Gods instead. Not what I was wanting. Norse gods in Minnesota, yes I suppose; but why Egyptian gods anywhere? Not connected to the people, not connected to the land, not even moving in with a new wave of immigrants like Aaronovitch's river gods. I see hints that Gaiman might go the same direction as Griffin, except that his genii born of the man-made culture are evidently the bad guys. And if gods stick around just because some people came to the shores two thousand years ago and left again, what happens to the gods of the people who actually stayed and why aren't there more of them? I hope I find out soon.
(Additional peeve: "This is the only country in the world... that worries about what it is." Proof that Americans, even expat Brit Americans, know nothing about Canada *at all*.)
There's also Tim Powers, whose forte, I'm told, is that he's a glorious mess, but right now The Drawing of the Dark is just messy. I blame summermind, not Powers, but still. So I plow through the last Irene Adler book in a state perfectly described by Alan Garner decades ago: "I didn't particularly want to be there but I couldn't think of anywhere else to go to."
