pick5,000 years ago the Minotaur cut a deal with Theseus and snuck out the back door of the Labyrinth.
After wandering down through the years he finds himself in rural PA doing odd jobs for the Guptas who run the Judy-Lou Motor Lodge, reinacting Civil War battles on weekends, and struggling to connect with these humans and their complicated lives.
A beautifully written sequel that I didn‘t quite bond with like the original. Still a great read.
“The sign says that the Scald Mt. Rod & Gun Club has adopted the highway, but the Minotaur knows an orphan when he sees it.”
“If asked the Minotaur might say that he thinks gravity pulls harder at night. That the whole earth, on its wobbly axis, whips quicker through a sunless sky. It sure feels that way. But nobody is going to ask.”
“It is Tuesday, near dusk. Night creeps in and strips colors from the scene. Everything is purplish. There have been many Tuesdays in the Minotaur‘s life. He wonders how this one will end.”
“The Minotaur comes and goes. He has for centuries. And there have been many bridges.
The Minotaur pauses, as he walks, midway through the covered bridge that serves, in more ways than one, as the entrance to Old Scald Village. He rests his heavy snout against one of the wooden trusses. The Minotaur likes this portal, both ingress and egress, a breach in the terribly human construct of time.”
#Starting this sequel to the very best book I read last year, The Minotaur Takes a Cigarette Break.
This one takes place in the Rust Belt as opposed to the first one which essentially took place in my back yard.
Hey! Come to think of it, I learned of this book‘s existence on Litsy last year when I went to type in the title of the first book!
Don't dawdle! Find yourself on time at our discussion with Steven Sherill this Wednesday, 10/26 at 6pm to discuss THE MINOTAUR TAKES HIS OWN SWEET TIME.
The Minotaur Takes His Own Sweet Time | 
