. . Winterson’s embrace of the mythic landscape is evident in her rich imagery . . . cathartic . . . this short novel fulfills a number of the criteria myth is meant to embody” —The New York Times Book Review
" Lucasta Miller, Guardian "Winterson plays with the ancient tale with promiscuous wit and exuberant fantasy ... [she] produces some exquisitely filmic prose that is almost mythopoetic.
But maybe the gods don't know the answer. Or maybe the right questions were never asked before . . . It's time the story was retold. With wit and verve, Jeanette Winterson brings Atlas into the space age, and sets him free at last.
The Myth of Atlas and Heracles Jeanette Winterson. All that ire can see is only a fraction of tbe universe. Some matter is detectable only by its gravitational ejjects on tbe rotntion of galaxies. Tbis is called dark matter and no one ...
Atlas knows how it feels to carry the weight of the world, but why, he asks himself, does it have to be carried at all?