The trend for feminist retellings of Greek myths continues. This debut follows in the footsteps of Pat Barker, Madeline Miller and Natalie Haynes. The Hera of this field is the great Mary Renault, whose novels The King Must Die and The Bull from the Sea cover similar ground to Ariadne. In Renault’s version, the gods are distant; Jennifer Saint, like Miller in Circe, makes the gods flesh... The language errs towards the florid and is over-reliant on clichés. Over the two pages when Ariadne realises that Theseus has left her on Naxos, her voice catches in her throat, panic claws at her insides, her knees give way and her thoughts flail helplessly. That failing aside, Saint’s version is energetic and compelling, and the women become more than just the victims of the whims of men. Ariadne rages at “these men, these gods who toyed with our lives and cast us aside”.