American Gods is a big sprawling road trip novel with surviving ancient deities and modern conspiracies and a fairly ordinary man stuck in the middle of it. There are grifters and zombies and men in black style feds, and a Wisconsin town that rivals Lake Wobegon. You really get the feeling that Gaiman could have kept this ball rolling indefinitely, adding more and more distorted mythological characters and mystery elements without ever getting to the finale, but he does get there are there is a satisfying payoff.