Man, its nice to have more Sandman. Neil Gaimans Endless Nights just came out: seven stories, each about one of the seven Endless. (Death, Desire, Dream, Despair, Destruction, Delirium, Destruction, and Destiny, for those who dont know. Tut tut. Get reading.) None of them are completely mind-blowing or maybe its that Im not a freshman in college any more, actively wanting my mind to be blown, stumbling on A Dolls House at Schuler Books, and reading it all at once, standing up. Sandman has always spoken best to people juggling equal measures of adolescent angst, sensucht, and a love of historical miscellany and mythological trivia.
Endless Nights is going to accrue awards and sells lots and lots of copies, but I hope people dont overlook the fact that its the seven artists that make it truly superb. Each is well-suited to represent the subject of his story, especially Milo Manaras lush tale of Desire and Miguelanxo Prados ethereal Dream. Theyre the ones who raise the roof in terms of quality; the stories are all right around Sandman-par, thought thats still pretty darn good.
Much more to say, but I dont want to self-censor to avoid spoilers, so Ill save it for later.