Imagine you invent a style of literature that's unique. You are popular for a respectable amount of time but your final decades are desolate, your unique style having fallen out of favor. Then, forty years after your death, a cult arises and revives all your books, and even goes so far as to have an annual contest for imitating your literary style. Then they collect all the winners into a small, impossibly pregnant book. What would you think?
What do you suppose the irascible Harry Stephen Keeler would think of such "imitations" were he able to read such a book as FAKEALOO!? And yes, thanks to a sentence structure I think HSK himself would have appreciated, the !? that ends the previous sentence is actually correct punctuation! A fact!