Bull

David Elliott, 1947-

Book - 2017

A modern twist on the Theseus and Minotaur myth, told in verse.

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Review by Booklist Review

*Starred Review* This striking reexamination of the Greek myth of Theseus and the Minotaur maintains the bones of the original story: Minos, King of Crete, angers sea god Poseidon, who exacts his revenge not on the king but on the king's wife. Queen Pasiphae, seduced by a bull, births Asterion, the famed future Minotaur, who is ultimately locked in a labyrinth and killed by hero Theseus. Elliott focuses this novel in verse on Asterion and the women in his family, painting them in a particularly sympathetic light. Rotating first-person narrations appear in a variety of poetic forms. Poseidon takes on the role of irreverent, anachronistic narrator, as he raps the story (Life's not for wimps. / Sometimes gods are gods / And sometimes they're pimps); Pasiphae grows increasingly nonsensical; Asterion speaks in childlike rhymes; Daedalus, labyrinth builder, is ever the architect with rigid, four-line stanzas; and princess Ariadne's flowery language is imbued with a clever slant rhyme that belies her coquettish facade. When Theseus the hero finally struts onto the page, it's with significant frat-bro swagger (Ariadne! What a rack! / I knew I'd get her in the sack / As for her bro? / He won't outlive me. / No sweat. / In time they all forgive me). Effective both for classrooms and pleasure reading, this modernization brings new relevancy to an old story. It's a conceit that easily could have floundered; in Elliott's capable hands, it soars.--Reagan, Maggie Copyright 2016 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Using the cadences and unfiltered directness of rap, Elliott (Nobody's Perfect) tells the Greek myth of the Minotaur in the seven distinct voices of Poseidon, King Minos, Queen Pasiphae, her half-man/half-bull son Asterion, his sister Ariadne, Daedalus, and-in a minor but critical role-Theseus, prince of Athens and, possibly, Poseidon's son. The story unfolds in interior monologues, each in a different poetic form, which the author deconstructs in one of two closing notes. All are heard by Poseidon, who comments and adds background: "And rather than be called a slut/ She said I was the father of her mutt./ (You humans tend to be less catty/ When an immortal is the daddy)." Everybody knows how this myth ends, yet Asterion's final words still resonate: "Hell is the freezing/ scorn for who you are/ that transforms a faultless boy/ to Minotaur." Elliott contemporizes the ancient story of blackmail, betrayal, and revenge with humor, poignancy, and profanity. Hamilton comparisons are unavoidable, yet the personalities and voices Elliott brings to these mythical characters make this powerful and engrossing book a genre of its own. Ages 14-up. Agent: Kelly Sonnack, Andrea Brown Literary. (Mar.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.


Review by School Library Journal Review

Gr 9 Up-In this retelling of the Greek myth of the Minotaur, the familiar characters illustrate their viewpoints in verse. The story begins with Poseidon as the powerful mastermind behind the famous events that are prompted by King Minos's hubris: Minos's wife is impregnated by a bull and gives birth to Asterion, half-man/half-bull. Once Asterion reaches the age of 17, the narrative shifts to present tense, when King Minos orders that a labyrinth be built to imprison Asterion. Asterion's 15-year-old sister, Ariadne, attempts to rescue him, but instead she succumbs to attractive Theseus, who has been sent to kill the Minotaur. Elliott's contemporary take on the classic myth incorporates modern slang, profanity, and a bawdy sense of humor into an accessible, highly entertaining, and original novel. The characters are given a sense of humanity not found in the original tales; the young adults, for example, are afforded impetuousness, ignorance, easy trust, arrogance, and quick infatuation, all of which make them easily identifiable and relatable to a current teen audience. The use of varied poetic forms and negative space on the page conveys urgent emotions, including instability and madness, anger and self-righteousness. VERDICT Recommended for most large collections, particularly those in need of engaging interpretations of classic myths.-Hillary St. George, Los Angeles Public Library © Copyright 2017. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Horn Book Review

Elliott's clever verse version of the classical story of the Minotaur unrolls in the voices of seven characters, each with his or her own poetic form (an appended author's note details them), but it's the god Poseidon who determines the tone--as instigator, manipulator, and despiser of humankind. Raplike wordplay, rhymes with coercive predictability, unpleasant intensity--it's horribly effective. (c) Copyright 2017. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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PROLOGUE There beneath the palace walls the monster rages, foams, bawls, calling out again and again, Mother! Mother! No other sound but the scrape of horn on stone, the grinding cranch of human bone under callused human foot. BOOK I POSEIDON Whaddup, bitches? Am I right or am I right? That bum Minos deserved what he got. I mean, I may be a god, but I'm not Unreasonable, and when I am, so What? Like I said, I'm a god. Reason's got nuthin' To do with it. But let's get back to where it all started: Minos comes to me, Mewling like a baby, Frowny-faced, heavy-hearted. He's got a hunger, he says, A hankering, a jones, a thing. But not for a woman! This jerk wants to be king! Of CRETE! An island so dazzling It could cure the friggin' Blind. But it's not the friggin' Scenery this friggin' Minos has in mind. Not the harbors or the shores, The god-possessed waters. Not the sheep, the trusty shepherds, Their warlike sons, their lusty daughters. Not the olives or the figs, The sacred, long-lived trees. Not the amber honey Or the honey-making bees. Not the thyme-drunk lovers Who sigh among its flowers. No, All this clown wants Is a little power. He's got an appetite for obedience, But no imagination. And he doesn't ask for much--​ Just his own private nation. So he wonders If I'd give the people An omen, A sign, Something impressive, He says, something divine. Anything to prove He's the man For the royal job. So what the fuck, I think. I'm gonna help this slob. Why not? I got plenty o' nifty tricks Up this metaphorical sleeve. And you mortals? You're ready to believe Anything to prove A god's on your side. Besides, I got no dog in this fight. No skin off my hide. So, I wave my trusty trident; Ain't nuthin' for me. And abra-cadabra! A milk-white bull Comes walking Out of the wine-dark sea. The oldest trick in the book! A piece o' cake. But it doesn't take Much to bring you Mortals to your knees. Yeah, you're hard to respect But easy to please. So Minos gets it all--​ The palace, the power. Big Man on Knossos. Man of the Hour. But all of a sudden, He won't play nice. Look, He was supposed to sacrifice That bull To me! Poseidon, baby! King of the Sea! Tamer of Horses! Old Earth-Shaker! And one helluva troublemaker When some jerk shirks His responsibility and Won't keep his word. So this Minos, This "king," This two-faced Turd, Hid my bull and Sacrificed another. Like I'm some kind of mark! A pigeon! His younger brother! A harebrain! An idiot! A jamook! A snot-nosed kid! The guy's all ego. BUT I'M ALL ID. I could have turned his eyes Into a nest for seething wasps. I could have turned his face Into a snapping clam. I could have given him hooves Or studded the roof Of his mouth with thorns. Could have fitted him with horns. Flippers. Feathers. Fits. Made him smell like an outhouse. Covered him with zits. Turned his arms into eels. His teeth into snails. Bleat like a sea cow. Blow like a whale. Boils! Scabs! Gills! A snout! Turned his Ding-dong Inside Out! I could have. But I didn't. Parlor games. A touch too mild. Child's play. And Poseidon's no child. He needed something He'd remember His whole stinkin' life. That's why I bypassed him . . . And went after his wife. When you play with the gods, You're playing fast and loose. Enough small talk--​ I've got a sea nymph to seduce. Excerpted from Bull by David Elliott All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.