Американские боги
Chapter 7
YoueverreadhisHistories?"
"Youknow,"shesaid,dreamily,"Idon’tgetit.Idon’tgethowyoutalk,orthewordsyouuseoranything.Onemomentyou’reabigdumbguy,thenextyou’rereadingmyfriggin’mind,andthenextwe’retalkingaboutHerodotus.Sono.IhavenotreadHerodotus.I’veheardabouthim.MaybeonNPR.Isn’thetheonetheycallthefatheroflies?"
"IthoughtthatwastheDevil."
"Yeah,himtoo.ButtheyweretalkingaboutHerodotussayingthereweregiantantsandgryphonsguardinggoldmines,andhowhemadethisstuffup."
"Idon’tthinkso.Hewrotewhathe’dbeentold.It’slike,he’swritingthesehistories.Andthey’remostlyprettygoodhistories.Loadsofweirdlittledetails—like,didyouknow,inEgypt,ifaparticularlybeautifulgirl,orthewifeofalordorwhatever,died,theywouldn’tsendhertotheembalmerforthreedays?They’dletherbodyspoilintheheatfirst."
"Why?Oh,holdon.Okay,IthinkIknowwhy.Oh,that’sdisgusting."
"Andthere’rebattlesinthere,allsortsofnormalthings.Andthentherearethegods.Someguyisrunningbacktoreportontheoutcomeofabattleandhe’srunningandrunning,andheseesPaninaglade.AndPansays,‘Tellthemtobuildmeatemplehere.’Sohesaysokay,andrunstherestofthewayback.Andhereportsthebattlenews,andthensays,‘Oh,andbytheway,Panwantsyoutobuildhimatemple.
