Since the first book, The Minotaur Takes a Cigarette Break, M has moved on in life and now spends his days being a Civil War reenactor. Bizarre, yes? He lives in a hotel and gets shot on the battlefield several times a week. It's a soberingly lonely existence.
As with the first book, this is a very human story, dealing with love, lust, hope and fear ...about simply trying to fit in and find companionship in the world. The story is a strong one, you tend to forget the main character is a creature from mythology.... until his horns get in the way.
John F. Blair Publishers
Sixteen years have passed since Steven Sherrill first introduced us to
“M,” the selfsame Minotaur from Greek mythology, transplanted to the
modern American South, in the critically acclaimed The Minotaur Takes a Cigarette Break.
M has moved north now, from a life of kitchens and trailer parks, to
that of Civil War re-enactor at a run-down living history park in the
dying blue-collar rustbelt of central Pennsylvania. Though he dies now,
in uniform, on a regular basis, M's world, his daily struggles, remain
unchanged. Isolation. Loneliness. Other-ness.
Shepherded, cared for, by
the Guptas, the immigrant family who runs the motel where he lives,
outsiders in their own right, and tolerated by his neighbors, by most of
his coworkers at Old Scald Village, but tormented by a few, M wants
only to find love and understanding. The serendipitous arrival of Holly
and her damaged brother, halted on their own journey of loss, stirs hope
in the Minotaur’s life. As their paths overlap we find ourselves
rooting for the old bull as he stumbles toward a real live human
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