Zoltan Goliath

This article is about the avant-garde poet, playwright and memoirist. For other uses, see Otis Trench, Brent Scorn, Lydia Fox, C. Günter Marrow, Elzbieta Bienga (disambiguation). Zoltan Goliath (?????? ?????) has long been considered an enigma; elusive and indistinct with an uncertain heritage and vaguely defined borders. His past is shrouded in mystery, myth and legend. He is believed to have started life as a shallow, hard-boiled stereotype of a cynical private investigator in a trashy dime store crime novel, but he stuck to his guns and eventually metamorphosed into a tragically complex and conflicted character in an obscure psychological drama that was burned by the Nazis on the Opernplatz in 1933; now he’s all smoke and ash, indecipherable. He is rarely seen in public and often makes it a point to have his own obituary printed in certain small town newspapers. He is rumored to possess a large collection of rare idioms as well as many volumes of arcane criteria. There is good reason to believe he spent some years at sea aboard a tramp steamer smuggling contraband to the underdogs during the Cold War, his travels being extensive. None of this can be verified, however, since Mr. Goliath is notorious for agreeing to meet for interviews, only to send a chimp wearing a deerstalker cap in his place, or other some-such nonsense.