Living under the shadow of Sandman and American Gods, Gaiman has difficulty impressing me with other works because those two are so utterly superb.
Anansi Boys is an unfortunate example of just such a case.
It tells the story of Fat Charlie, the son of the trickster god Anansi. Early on in the story his father dies, and Fat Charlie finds himself more relieved than anything. Fat Charlie’s life continues on with the dull routine most of us suffer, until his long-lost brother appears at his doorstep. From that moment on, Fat Charlie’s fiancée, job, sanity, and freedom are put in jeopardy.
Anansi Boys begins rather slowly and takes its time establishing the main characters’ traits-perhaps too much time. However, once the book gets rolling about three-quarters of the way through, it moves very quickly and becomes a bit of a nail-biter.
I wouldn’t consider Anansi Boys one of Gaiman’s must-reads, but it also isn’t something I’d say you should avoid.