The Minotaur at Calle Lanza

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Belt Publishing
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5.0 X 7.0 X 0.43 inches | 0.41 pounds

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About the Author
Zito Madu is a Nigerian-born writer who grew up in Detroit, Michigan. A former narrative director at several creative agencies, sportswriter, soccer player, and engineering student, he now lives in Brooklyn, New York. His writing has been published in many publications, including Plough Quarterly, Victory Journal, GQ Magazine, the New Republic, and the Nation.

*Difficult to categorize but hauntingly effective. It has no fail-safe audience but will reward whoever picks it up.
--David Keymer, Library Journal (STARRED REVIEW)

From a small village in Nigeria, to the bustling streets of Venice, via the city of Detroit, Zito Madu's The Minotaur at Calle Lanza is an engaging, even surreal, autobiographical account of travel and the spectacle and fear of the Other. A brilliant debut.
--Ben Carrington

"The Minotaur at Calle Lanza is stunningly paradoxical. The deeper you wander into the so-called monster's labyrinth, the clearer and more affecting his entrapment becomes. With this debut, Madu masterfully entangles the quietude of the pandemic travelogue with the diasporic memoir without cliché, whose contents are equally candid in their curious introspection and romantic in their sensitivity and pictorial prose."
--Zoe Samudzi

This book is mesmerizing. Embedding intimate memories of family and childhood amidst travels through Venice, The Minotaur at Calle Lanza is a transfixing meditation on violence, migration, and the terror of transformation. Subtle and penetrating, exquisitely written and deeply imaginative, this book will endure as a timeless story of one man's odyssey.
--Michelle Kuo

"...elegant meditations on alienation, especially from his own family, but also from the overwhelmingly White world he moves through. His prose has the smooth and constant warmth of blood in a vein, a fluidity so steady it sometimes seems no different from stillness."
--Jacob Brogan, Washington Post