Neil Gaiman didn’t arrive naked when he graced our MondoGlobo studio on Sunday, October 1. But according to a post on his website, he had lost most of his clothes. “What are the odds that, if I was sent a box of clean clothes to wear, a box that was waiting for me in New York, I would somehow manage to pack most of the clothes that were inside back up in the box along with the awards and books and CDs I’d been given, not to mention the already-worn UK-trip clothes, and then send that box with my clean clothes in it home, and that I would only discover the awful reason why my suitcase was so light on a Sunday morning in San Francisco?”

Rest assured, Mr. Gaiman didn’t smell like several days sweat, and he looked pretty much like you’d expect a comic writer and fantastical novelist to look: all in black, including the leather jacket. And if he felt like he was in the middle of one of the most common types of nightmares, he didn’t seem disoriented.

In fact, he didn’t even tell us about his travails and he pretty much carried the interview (along with my co-host, Diana Brown), while your humble host (that’s me) was in something of a somnambulant fog brought on by that day’s health issues (I’ll spare you.)

And then there was the presence of Paul McEnery, who had interviewed Gaiman for MONDO 2000 back in the mid-1990s. “We broke him in America,” he assured me. I had ignored his pleas to participate in the program, not wanting to crowd the show with too many cooks, but there he was, and so he was invited to kibbutz.

All in all, it worked. This is a damned fine Neil Gaiman interview.