Just a quick little bite together, but more tomorrow.
Through the grapevine that is the Internet I have stumbled across the following news:
They are actually going to attempt a movie version of Steven Sherrill's brilliantly absurd The Minotaur Takes a Cigarette Break.
Now, I won't comment on the fact that the director is best known for Kung Fu Panda, mostly because I have not seen it. And I am happy for Mr. Sherrill, as this means more people will take to his wonderful work.
But the novel is one of those heart-breakingly tiny pieces, full of tiny moments and perfect stillness. It is a novel of grace and intelligence. Yes, it is about a Minotaur who works as a short-order cook, but it is as finely-tuned a piece of literature as anything by Jose Saramago or Mordecai Richler. It does not scream out, "Movie!"
Please don't let them screw this up.