I found this book meandering, both in writing and plot; for some that might be a good thing. For those that enjoy this brand of storytelling, there are spaceship loads of humor and silliness. I would think it would be an apt description to call this book, ‘Monty Python in Space’.
Call me a dull fuddy-duddy or a juvenile idiot, but I’ve never laughed aloud at trolls inquiring about quests or ministers seeking silly walks. It’s not my thing. And for the record—my guilty admission—I don’t see the humor of a protagonist mishandling the word ‘inconceivable’, as in certain other Americanized comedies. Maybe I’m low brow, appreciating only crude and dark humor; this sophisticated stuff is lost on me. Silly? Yes. Laugh out loud funny? Not so much.
That’s where I’m at with this book. There’s plenty of clever dialogue, faulty sentence coordination, and witty word play for everyone—just not me. I’ll continue to allow my humor to fester with scrotums and flatulence, thank you very much.