Master of the masquerade

Not even the Akond of Swat in all his whoness, whyety, whichery and whatage could compare to the enigmatic, whimsical mask of deconstruction that purports to be Alasdair Gray. He was a student of the Glasgow School of Art and a quondam painter, but is he an artist? He wrote the 1980s magically realist novel Lanark, but is he a novelist? He was famous, but is he a success? Is this book fact or fiction or a gallimaufry of jottings? He asserts on the copyright page, his ‘moral right’ as Gray to be its author, but inside passes himself off as an American millionairess, a cake, an algorithm and a critic. Even the title is unreliable: Old Men in Love: John Tunnock’s Posthumous Papers on the dustjacket becomes on the coverboard the more plaintive Old Men in Love Are Still Learning.

Nothing is as it seems except its good looks.