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An author writes the fictional autobiography of a flibbertygibbet.

I should have loved this but didn't--historical humorous metafiction, what's not to love? It wore me out. You know how you want modern art to be done by someone who at least knows how to draw well? That. There is no method to the madness, only the endless, unclear, interwoven levels of rambling. "Look at the fools," says the clever writer behind it all. "Just look."