Sam Austen (no relation to Jane, we presume) has crafted a one-of-a-kind work. It consists, per Amazon’s description, of “the word meow repeated over 80,000 times.” 

Reviewers got the joke, and responded in kind. “A must-read. A masterpiece, even,” said one of them. “The single greatest literary work since the invention of the printing press.” 

Another bibliophile rhapsodized: “What finally got me was in the third chapter about halfway through when everything started [to come] together; the storyline was superb and the contents was beyond … moving. It made you stop and think, Wow, really, how could this happen? Literally, it’s a soul-moving event.” 

Gertrude Stein, however, was less impressed, saying, “Jeez, it’s repetitive.”