David Elliott turns a classic on its head: this rough and rowdy retelling of the Minotaur myth in verse will have readers reevaluating one of mythology's most infamous monsters. THE MYTH OF THE MINOTAUR? THAT'S BULL. Garnering six starred reviews, this update of the timeless story of Theseus and the Minotaur has been called “beautifully clever,” “a literary feast fit for the gods,” "powerful and engrossing," "irresistible, slick, and sharp," "a genre of its own," and "rude...crude, and it's a whole bunch of fun." Resurrected from the dark depths of the labyrinth, this fresh, deliciously shocking, and darkly comedic novel-in-verse takes on the Theseus and Minotaur myth and shines a light on one of history's most infamous monsters.
|Publisher:||Houghton Mifflin Harcourt|
|Product dimensions:||5.50(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.10(d)|
|Age Range:||14 - 17 Years|
About the Author
David Elliott is a NY Times bestselling children's author. His many titles include: And Here's to You!, The Transmogrification of Roscoe Wizzle, The Evangeline Mudd books, Finn Throws a Fit!, Jeremy Cabbage and the Living Museum, and In the Wild. His most recent titles include On the Wing, This Orq. books, and Nobody's Perfect. Born in Ohio, David has worked as a singer, a cucumber washer, and a popsicle stick maker. Currently, he lives in New Hampshire with his wife and a three-footed dog. If you'd like to know more about David and his books, visit him at davidelliottbooks.com or follow him on Twitter @DavidElliott10.
Read an Excerpt
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.
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.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I enjoyed the various poetry forms used to emphasis character personalities and retell this story in a modern voice.
I got caught up in the hype for this book. The line about it being like Hamilton for Greek mythology got me. It's a lie. Hamilton is brilliant, educational, overloaded with talent, and progressive, both in scope and practice. Bull is like an older white dad trying to be cool and "hip". It brings nothing new to the tale or genre. It's verses are rhythmically simple with basic rhymes. Poseidon is bro, A horrible, disgusting, annoying frat bro. Everyone is terrible. Everything is terrible. And just when Poseidon does his maniacal laugher bit, he blames it all on human nature. Puh-lease. Save yourself. Avoid this book
I voluntarily read and reviewed Bull by David Elliott. Thanks to NetGalley and Houghton Mifflin Harcourt for the opportunity to read and review this book! Bull is a retelling of the myth, "Theseus and the Minotaur". The author makes the characters as real and relevant as possible and broadens the story to explain more of Asterion's life from birth to childhood to the complete transformation of his character and sanity and all of this is written in poetic form and in modern language that makes it easily understandable. 4.5 stars!