Perhaps I'm too easy on this book, but what it does well, which is wit and self-effacement, it does quite well. What it doesn't do so well is plotting, moving from cliche to cliche with twists and deus ex machinas from here to there, characters doing things that make no sense, except to create a plot point, and direction about-faces that feel forced. Enjoyable and short, sure, but not particularly well done. If you came here after Pym, turn around, this is a very first first-novel.