The Helmet of Horror: The Myth of Theseus and the Minotaur by Victor Pelevin

So, I'd never heard of Pelevin before this. Apparently he's a part of the young guard of Russian Writers. It took me two tries to get hooked into The Helmet of Horror. The whole thing is written as a chat room transcript where each of the characters have found themselves in a mysterious room in a maze without knowing how they got there.

Everyone is waiting for the Minotaur. Everyone with waiting for Theseus. It reminded me of "Waiting for Godot" I think it even qualifies as neo-absurdist (if that's a thing).

Ultimately, it wasn't a hardship getting through the book. However, I got to the end, where it all devolved into a mooing mess (it makes sense if you read the book) and I ended up sitting there and wondering what the point of it all was. Most of the philosophical concepts weren't new to me.

I don't know. Maybe I just don't get it. Always possible I suppose.