My immediate thought after finishing this book was that Robert Sheckley should apologize for wasting so many words. While well-written, this book was a disappointment to say the least, and irritating to say the most. It jumps from Neat Concept to Neat Concept without bothering to do more than touch upon them briefly. We're dragged from one scene to the next in a careless, offhanded fashion. Characters appear onstage, have a few lines, and are gone, without any sort of depth to them. It's like channel-surfing on a ten-second interval, which is about how long some of the chapters take to read. The book moves with increasing speed, tossing plot to the wind in an increasingly frustrating way, with little rhyme or reason, culminating in a mindbogglingly confusing ending which leaves a lot to be desired. I will admit, however, that it's a well-written book. It just left me unsatisfied and frustrated. As a parody, or a comment on the way the universe works, it's a good read. As a serious work of fiction, it's not. Robert Sheckley tosses away more good concepts, any of which could hold a book up on their own, than some authors use in an entire trilogy. Ultimately, I must admit that I don't regret reading this book. I merely regret spending the money to buy it in hardback. Casual readers, be thus advised.