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Originally published: 2005 Read: November 2020 |
Weight by Jeanette Winterson
This is a retelling of the myth of Atlas and Heracles (a myth I remembered nothing about, even if I remembered the two characters individually) in Winterson's characterstically cheeky, humorous, poetic, and self-referential style. It feels a bit thin for something by her (I feel like surely it's a novella, not a novel), but I laughed at the jokes and found some keen insights into human nature. The ending is weird, but I think it worked. Sometimes it really is that simple! Not as good as Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit (obviously) or even The Gap of Time, but still highly enjoyable.
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