Five thousand years after leaving the Cretan Labyrinth, the Minotaur – or M as he is known to his colleagues – is working as a line chef at Grub’s Rib in Carolina, keeping his horns down, trying in vain to put his past behind him.
He leads an ordered lifestyle in a shabby trailer park where he tinkers with cars, writes and re-writes to-do lists and observes the haphazard goings on around him. Outwardly controlled, M tries to hide his emotional turmoil as he is transported deeper into the human world of deceit, confusion and need.
A wry, melancholy, beautiful first novel . . . The language is everywhere precise and graceful . . . Genius
Beautifully detailed and honed . . . a poetic testament to the wild, unchartable experience of human loving . . . Sherrill’s vision is at once melancholy and deeply affirming. Somewhere in M’s inchoate mass of sensation there exists a sharp spark of hope.
Immaculate . . . Sherrill is a beautiful writer . . . he finds the drama to keep you reading, your heart in your mouth, to the conclusion’s defiant roar of hope.
At once ugly, tender and hopeful . . . Sherrill’s Minotaur allows for allusive readings but remains rootedly among us