Robert Coover is a playful, inventive writer who writes in a demanding, frequently unrealistic (that is, anti-realist) way. In this collection (his first) he questions a lot of the traditions of storytelling. The writing is fresh and strange. As the title suggests, Coover is toying with narrative, its music, its masculine thrust and its lyrical elements. This is experimental and extravagant late 60s fabulation - catnip to readers who like that kind of thing, bewildering and irritating for the many who don't. Personally I'm excited by the way Coover takes elements of folk literature and pretty much explodes them on the page, in a way that's disruptive and fantastical.