I honestly don't know if this is the Barth I've read. I just feel like they'd all be very much the same. I read one of the major Barth books in my 20s and was bored by how lazy it was. Nothing so enamored with narrative technicalities should be called surreal, nor did it have any source of parody or satire. It struck me as something a young man could write easily, without the tedious attention to surreal artifice.