Reviews for Weight: The Myth of Atlas and Heracles

The average rating for Weight: The Myth of Atlas and Heracles based on 2 reviews is 2 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2018-05-17 00:00:00 Tonya Stevenson I think the history of Atlas is already known to those who are interested in mythology. I also thought that the comment section of the story was pretty weak.

Review # 2 was written on 2012-03-22 00:00:00 pui ho ip This book is a disease-ridden hooker in a business suit. It's a sand pail made of tissue paper. All pretense and no heart, this retelling of centuries old myths features heaping spoonfuls of stereotypes, cliched metaphors, sexist commentary, baseless pomp, and comically bad dialogue. Who tells a person that 'you're my fate...drop dead gorgeous'? Anyone in their right mind would have maniacally cackled in his face rather than let him ejaculate all over them. She's Hera, for fucksake. HERA. She knows some things. An idle pass of its admittedly lovely introduction will trick you into buying this stinking pile of highfalutin garbage, and then it will start to fall apart on you piece by piece, giving you something that requires a round of antibiotics in the process. The analogy that is this book is almost as terrible as the ones I've been attempting in this review so far. I blame that on the book, by the way. You will want to like it so much, but it just will not love you back no matter how many Herculean gestures you attempt in order to woo it. At first you will feel annoyed by some of its small habits, such as saying things like 'Consciousness' and 'Universe' and 'Nothing' and 'Everything' and 'Existence' and 'Soul' with this feigned shaman-like brevity in order to gloss over giant topics about life while still thinking it sounds smarter than you, and is really schooling you at 'Everything' about 'Existence' in the 'Universe' where you are 'Nothing'. Then it will suddenly reveal its whole self to you, and it will be ugly, intellectually insulting stuff. Boy, I sure hope the Ancient Greeks didn't envision their heaven as a dorm room full of morons stoned out of their minds, but what do I know about it? I really should be packing up right now, considering I'm relocating tomorrow morning. I just had to get this out, man. On the bright side, I have one less thing to cram into the back of my car. I know, I know: sex joke.