{"id":64,"date":"2013-03-22T21:27:48","date_gmt":"2013-03-22T21:27:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chimneyrabbit.com\/?p=64"},"modified":"2013-08-31T21:08:52","modified_gmt":"2013-08-31T21:08:52","slug":"neverwhere","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.johnkfulton.com\/?p=64","title":{"rendered":"Neverwhere"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Over the past week, the BBC has been broadcasting a dramatisation of Neil Gaiman&#8217;s <em>Neverwhere<\/em>, making this the third format in which the story has been told. First it was a 1996 TV series, from the days before the BBC had such a thing as a special effects budget; then it was a book, adapted by Gaiman from him own scripts; and now it is a six-part radio play, featuring such stars <em>du jour<\/em> as Benedict Cumberbatch, Natalie Dormer, and James MacAvoy alongside acting legends like Bernard Cribbins and Christopher Lee.<\/p>\n<p>The dramatisation is currently available world-wide on the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.bbc.co.uk\/programmes\/b01r522y\" target=\"_blank\">BBC iPlayer<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>This matches the order in which I&#8217;ve seen\/read\/listened to the story, and the thing that really strikes me is how consistently the story works across all formats. Each format has its strength &#8211; the TV series has its visual effects, the book its descriptions, the radio its atmosphere. First and foremost, though, it&#8217;s the story that shines through.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes with Neil Gaiman you imagine that&#8217;s he&#8217;s come up with a concept and then tried to work a story around it. That definitely seems the case with <em>Neverwhere<\/em> &#8211; the conceit revolves around a secret London below the city, where all those famous London placenames are taken literally. There is an Earl in Earl&#8217;s Court, an Angel in Islington, and an old man called Old Bailey. Into this mix Gaiman throws some chestnuts like the young man (Richard) on the <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Hero%27s_journey\" target=\"_blank\">hero&#8217;s journey<\/a> and the damsel in distress &#8211; &#8220;we have a damsel to undistress&#8221; says de Carabas early on, quite blatantly &#8211; and the said damsel Door does display an alarming number of the qualities of the <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Manic_Pixie_Dream_Girl\" target=\"_blank\">manic pixie dream girl<\/a> &#8211; a female character with no inner life, the only purpose of whom in a story is to knock the hero out of his boring humdrum existence.<\/p>\n<p>But fortunately Gaiman can introduce the tropes, play with them, and go beyond them. Richard goes on his hero&#8217;s journey, but spends most of the time trying to get back to his old, comfortable life &#8211; the life he&#8217;s worked hard for, with the flat and the good job and the posh girlfriend. The quest is not his, but belongs to the damsel &#8211; Door has her own story, her own motivation, her own power, and for big chunks of the story Richard is a passenger on <em>her<\/em> journey, rather than the other way around.<\/p>\n<p>So we read, or watch, or listen to the story, and it feels familiar and new at the same time. We recognise the hero and the damsel, we have that immediate connection, but they&#8217;re not stale stereotypes &#8211; we want to find out more about them, and care about what happens to them. This is probably the thing I like most about Neil Gaiman&#8217;s writing &#8211; the sense of familiarity, of recognition, of archetypes made flesh, all viewed from a different, fresh angle.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve been reading Neil Gaiman&#8217;s work for a very long time &#8211; since <em>Sandman<\/em> in the early 90s &#8211; and there are some pieces of his work that will stick with me forever. I was reminded today of his issue of <em>Hellblazer<\/em> with that wonderful piece about butterflies:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">Don&#8217;t you just love it to death? When the leaves start to crisp and yellow, and the mists crawl in off the Thames, and all the good-looking women vanish.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">I was chatting to this cab driver the other day. He said he thought the pretty ones in the summer dresses were like butterflies.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">He said when it gets cold they go off and hibernate in empty rooms. S&#8217;pose he must have been a frustrated poet, or a horror writer.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">This one seems to be a National Front recruiter.<\/p>\n<p>That piece has stuck with me for decades, and it&#8217;s rare that I encounter an opinionated taxi driver without thinking of that scene.<\/p>\n<p>But it&#8217;s <em>Neverwhere<\/em>, in all its incarnations, that remains my favourite of everything of his that I&#8217;ve read. Perhaps it&#8217;s because so much is set underground, with which I&#8217;ve always had a fascination &#8211; it&#8217;s no coincidence that I&#8217;m writing a book called <em>The Chimney Rabbit and the Underground Mice<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>Or perhaps it&#8217;s because it tells a good story, develops a rich mythology all of its own, is populated by interesting, sympathetic characters, and even when the sense of familiarity is because you&#8217;ve read and seen it before, each new incarnation provides another viewpoint on the story.<\/p>\n<p>But it&#8217;s probably the underground thing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Over the past week, the BBC has been broadcasting a dramatisation of Neil Gaiman&#8217;s Neverwhere, making this the third format in which the story has been told. 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