This prose is a parody through and through, but something new, unlike anything else, grows through the pages. The action takes place in a country where people with recognizable homegrown surnames suffer, but the borders of this country are peaceful. Ragozin's world is full of tangible details, full of smells, real to the point of cutting in his eyes, but unrecognizable. A full set of well-known world plots are available, but they scroll in place like threaded nuts.