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Sandman was an extraordinary journey.
I loved the way Dream was sometimes sidelined.
And he certainly was NOT always right and certainly not a hero (as before) when he put his human lover in Hell. And the creatures of Nightmare (the Corinthian? shit that was a filthy and terrifying comic) and John Constantine guest-starring early on (I have not watched Constantice the movie because MY Constantine is a smart talking, blonde Londoner who chain-smokes and doesn't give a fuck).
I loved the depictions of Loki throughout the series. And the bureaucracy of Hell, and the Endless and Faerie. As an athiest I loved the winding tales which encompasses myth and fantasy and Christian "truth". And the one about the City of the Dead where all burial aspects were revered - it was my first introduction to Hindu high caste funeral rites - I'd never knowingly spoken to a Hindu at the time I read it. I've had Hindu friends since and understand more of course.
But in every case I went out and read around the subject. Aleister Crowley for example. The hierarchy of angels (I knew about Hell because I read Dante at 16, even if I didn't really appreciate it until years later). A stray comment by NG was always worth a trip to the library. Not because it opened up much more of the text - only a little - just because there was something intersting to foloow up on.
Yeah. Am a fan-gurl. But I don't need to touch his hair.
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