Ostensibly the history of a forgotten musical form, this book is an elaborately constructed mirage. Pictures do not show what they purport, evidence is not given, hearsay and half truths are piled up to give an appearence of respectability.
This is a work of fiction - a delightful conceit, full of the fascinating details which breath life into the best historical works... and all made up. The author's fingerprints are all over the evidence, and it is plain that he did not intend this as a hoax, as claimed in the newspapers. Imagine a hugely detailed and scholarly book, the ultimate authority on the natural history of some non-existent beast.
The book is all these things: a delightful fiction which makes me laugh aloud, a serious commentary on our facile and superficial age, a situationist artwork. It is the emperor's new clothes.