The Great American Parade hardly sounds like the worst novel in the English language, though it doesn’t sound like anything I’d want to read. It was also self-published, and in the category of self-published novels it must have plenty of competition for worst ever. Of course, most of us don’t turn to fiction for op-ed views. We read it for insight into the comedy and tragedy of humanity. I guess Burrows thought that a hatchet job was better than no review at all.