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  • September 20, 2000 GET A LIFE WESTERN CAROLINIAN 11 Book Review Bull in the Bedroom: Sherrill's The Minotaur by Virginia Culp Staff Writer "The Minotaur is a nomad in the largest sense of the word. ... He does not move with the seasons. Nor does he follow herds or rivers or constellations. His moves are with the centuries, more or less." With this promising beginning, Steven Sherrill brings the legendary Minotaur out of the shadows of myth and into the neon glare of the twentieth century. The concept is fascinating—the possiblilities nearly limitless—the result more than a little disappointing. It's not that The Minotaur Takes a Cigarette Break is a bad book; it's just that it has so much unrealized potential. Think of it: a creature both separated and tied to the human world, caught in a no-man's-land between the realms of man and beast, blessed (or cursed, depending on the perspective) with an immortal life. Defined only by his physical attributes, he roams the earth searching for something he will never attain: the ability to blend in to any situation. Always, his thick bovine tongue and deadly horns force him to stay at a distance from the object of his desire. Oh, it's perfect! And yet... Sherrill shows the Minotaur's struggle for acceptance only peripherally, focusing instead on his warped, animalistic thoughts and feelings. More than a little disturbing, considering the virgin sacrifices of the Minotaur's early years, is the less- than-innocent interest the bull-headed man shows in the females around him. Ironically, these modern women never seem to connect the creature before them with the Terror of the Labyrinth—or maybe they just don't know the story—because they universally take pleasure in teasing him with their sexuality. Eventually, inevitably, disaster results. The Minotaur requires a huge suspension of disbelief, more so than many science-fiction and fantasy novels I have read. It begins with the enormously unlikely premise that a guy with a bull's head and a man's body is walking around, living in a trailer park and working in a restaurant, and nobody finds this unusual. None of the Minotaur's fellow employees or neighbors do more than comment in passing on his horns, and no one seems to notice that... wait a second... oh yeah! He has a SNOUT! I found it difficult to believe this, and it had the effect of dulling the rest of the story, as I was constandy waiting for the moment when someone brought up this (to me, anyway) glaring inconsistency. By the time it finally (forgive me...) reared its ugly head, I had become more than impatient. There are, nonetheless, moments of brilliance. The description of the Minotaur's retreat into his trailer after a rough day is more than a little remi- 1 t r i « y A CIGARETTE BREAK niscent of the way he would hide in the labyrinth; however, this time, he does not withdraw completely from the world: he leaves the windows open so that he can still connect with people while avoiding interaction with them. Another gleam of light is the undeniably masterful way Sherrill sketches a portrait of the Minotaur's inner qualities in one paragraph; this is also, incidentally, one of the only places in the novel in which this occurs: "The architecture of the Minotaur's heart is ancient. Rough hewn and many chambered, his heart is a plodding laborious thing, built for churning through the millennia. But the blood it pumps—the blood it has pumped for five thousand years, the blood it will pump for the rest of his life—is nearly human blood. It carries with it, through his monster's veins, the weighty, necessary, terrible stuff of human existence: fear, wonder, hope, wickedness, love. But in the Minotaur's world it is far easier to kill and devour seven virgins year after year, their rattling bones rising at his feet like a sea of cracked ice, than to accept tenderness and return it." At times like this, I feel that Sherrill had something really great here, and I find myself wondering sadly what happened to it along the way. Hours of Operation: Monday - Saturday 9:00am - 9:00pm 3 East Jackson Street Sylva NC 28779 (828) 586-9499 BOOKSTORE Visit us online @ wwwxitylightsncxom Yes! You can afford to STUDY ABROAD For little more than the cost of attending WCU, you can earn credits toward your degree in -Australia -Israel -Finland -Mexico -Germany -The Netherlands -UK -and many more For more information about deadlines contact: Office of International Programs and Services 106 Bird Building. Phone: 227-7494 or 227-3440 E-mail: guievich@wpoff.wcu.edu Check out our website: www, wcu.edu/ips
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