Partway in this book, our hero Sir Apropos of Nothing travels into the Tragic Waste, and I can't help thinking that that is, indeed, apropos.
The book begins with a ridiculously obscene satire on The Lord of the Rings. I suppose it was funny if you like that sort of thing; I thought it was marginal at best. Not, I hasten to add, because I think Tolkien is above being satirized; but because David elevates a not-very-good dirty joke into an entire chapter.
It improves after that, but you still end up with the same kind of uneven tone the previous book had--it's trying to be farcical and serious at the same time. Not even P.G. Wodehouse could do that successfully.
I don't know what it says that I'll probably buy the next book in the series when it comes out in paperback.Posted by Will Duquette at March 22, 2004 08:22 PM