Tyrant’s Tomb | A Book Review

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Title: The Tyrant’s Tomb

Author: Rick Riordan

# of Pages: 439

In his penultimate adventure, a devastated but determined Apollo travels to Camp Jupiter, where he must learn what it is to be a hero, or die trying.

It’s not easy being Apollo, especially when you’ve been turned into a human and banished from Olympus. On his path to restoring five ancient oracles and reclaiming his godly powers, Apollo (aka Lester Papadopoulos) has faced both triumphs and tragedies. Now his journey takes him to Camp Jupiter in the San Francisco Bay Area, where the Roman demigods are preparing for a desperate last stand against the evil Triumvirate of Roman emperors. Hazel, Reyna, Frank, Tyson, Ella, and many other old friends will need Apollo’s aid to survive the onslaught. Unfortunately, the answer to their salvation lies in the forgotten tomb of a Roman ruler . . . someone even worse than the emperors Apollo has already faced.

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Musical References in The Tyrant’s Tomb

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I just finished The Tyrant’s Tomb by Rick Riordan and it was amazing. Considering that Apollo is the Greek god of music, he makes many historical references to music that we know today. Listed below are 8 musical references (and 1 literary) that Apollo claims to have an hand in.

 

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“Back in the 1950s, I played with Dizzy Gillespie at Bop City in the Fillmore. “
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“During the Summer of Love, I hosted an impromptu jam session in Golden Gate Park with the Grateful Dead. (Lovely bunch of guys, but did they really need those fifteen-minute-long solos?)”
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“In the 1980s, I hung out in Oakland with Stan Burrell – otherwise known as MC Hammer – as he pioneered pop rap. I can’t claim credit for Stan’s music, but I did advise him on his fashion choices. Those gold lame parachute pants? My idea. You’re welcome, fashionistas.”
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“I did some research on Folsom Prison with Johnny Cash. Long story.”
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‘What’s Going On,’ Ella said. ‘Marvin Gaye, 1971.’ “Yes, I know,” I said. “I helped write that song.”
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I haven’t seen a lecture hall this crowded since Charles Dickens’s 1867 Second American Tour. (Great show. I still have the autographed T-shirt framed in my bedroom in the Palace of the Sun.)
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I had not been there [People’s Park] since 1969, when I’d stopped by to experience some groovy hippie music and flower power and instead found myself in the middle of the riot. 
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He moved stiffly, leaving a trail of bloody footprints on the asphalt that reminded me – quite inappropriately – of a ballroom-dancing diagram Fred Astaire had once given me. 
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I remained very still. I had vivid memories of Iggy Pop throwing peanut butter, ice cubes, watermelons, and other dangerous objects at his fans during his concerts. 

This is a different blog post compared to the usual book hauls and reviews. What did you think? I have one more fun blog post involving this book planned for later this week!