What's In a Name?

There is a book in the LRofB by an author called Wolfgang Palaver.

I wonder if this is an extravagant nom de plume for someone who couldn't bear to be called Arthur Cackitt? Or whether he moves in a milieu where this kind of name would never raise a stifled snort of disbelief? I'm always amused by silly names - it's probably a mark of my pleb-ness.

Billy Connolly says his definition of an intellectual is "someone who can listen to the William Tell Overture without thinking of the Lone Ranger".  My own definition is probably someone who can hear the name Virgil without thinking first of Thunderbirds.

I am thinking of inventing an alter ego - more than a pen name, as I might live her outside of the page. But she will certainly have an exotic, exciting, interesting name: the female equivalent of Wolfgang Palaver. Crossing cultures and continents, redolent of explorers, concerts and dusty villages all in one flowing curl of signature. 

(Sweeps thinking cap onto head with an extravagant twirl).