More pastiche


Do correct me if I’m wrong, but try as I may to detect racist undertones, Molvania: a land untouched by modern dentistry (first and most outstanding in the series Jetlag travel guides) still seems hilarious to me in its loving pastiche of the popular style of travel guides, rather than any perceived slight to Funny Foreigners. Indeed, it spares no energy in exposing racist sterotypes.

Molvanian cuisine has certainly come a long way from the time when you could only find a few greasy, dimly-lit and over-priced cafes in the centre of Lutenblag. Nowadays such establishments have sprung up everywhere throughout the country.

The restaurant reviews are convincing:

The emphasis is on elegance and the set menu includes a choice of several sumptuous main courses followed by a fruit sorbet, designed to help cleanse the palate in preparation for dessert which, unfortunately, also happens to be fruit sorbet.

And further to my comments on historical recreation:

With a keen eye to period detail, this disused building has been painstakingly restored to its original form. Why the owners of Spakiegjo bothered is a mystery, as the place was only built 12 years ago and used to be a video rental shop.

Nor does it neglect music:

No trip to Sjerezo would be complete without [this is a perennial feature of the style] a visit to the grave [typographical style too is carefully mimicked] of local composer Vicktor Chezpak. A child prodigy, he could play piano, violin, flute and cello by the age of 10. Mysteriously, this ability largely deserted him a few years later and by the age of 14 all he could manage was a few tunes on the harmonica. […] The massive marble mausoleum stands at the end of an avenue of silver birch trees and is unique, as much for its intricate architecture as for the fact that Chezpak is not actually yet dead. According to an inscription on the door the cenotaph was constructed by local music lovers in anticipation of the long-awaited event.

The faithfully-observed style of the biographies of contributors is excellent too.

A passage from the sequel Phaic Tăn: sunstroke on a shoestring might come in handy in a lecture on music and socialism:

During the 60s, many Phaic Tănese folk groups were forced to practice in secret. This was not due to government policy, it was a result of their neighbours complaining.

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