after reading Anne Carson, i always have a heightened sense of awareness. this book is a “novel in verse” and much more of a story than the previous books of hers that i read. she has an incredible way of splicing time, in terms of when everything is taking place. it is set like a classical myth (and this even includes a very scholarly preface with appendices) but retold in some kind of modernish times. everything is removed from reality while having such amazingly clear images. she uses such beautiful language, and i love how she pulls the characters towards each other and then apart. plus this story is about a red monster with wings.