A real rhinoceros actually criss-crossed Europe in the middle of
the 18th century. At the rhinoceros’ side traveled its master, who undertook to provide food, suitable transportation and comfort for his charge. Around them clamored kings and emperors, rich and poor who all sought to purchase the rhinoceros for their own private menageries and who hastened to admire the beast at fairs and village feasts. And up close, anatomists came to study its body in its relation to man’s; painters came to immortalize it on canvas, and vendors of porcelain came to fashion curios. All this while, fashion was extolling the naked bodies of beautiful women. All this while, our land is still awaiting the arrival of the rhinoceros. Portraying the era, and making full use of History and of the absurd, Philippos Drakontaidis published his new book after a long period of research. The reader will take great pleasure in following the rapid pace of the narrative with its successive surprises and reversals within a fantastic yet vivid reality. With unusual brio, Drakontaidis has written a caustic satire of everything that surrounds and beleaguers us on a daily basis.