He is not a man with tremendous upper body strength and has never been to Moscow, although he hears good things.
Pecore wrote his first novel at the tender age of sixteen-months, not yet talking and refusing to walk. The 4000 plus page novel - The Fisherman’s Ennui, published by a back alley operation was universally panned by pretentious literary critics as a "sloppy mess of bullshit, run-on sentences and mixed metaphors".
He states that he is a “humour writer”, although many do not find his work particularly humorous at all. The End.