This is a strange one, and very different to other novels by William Boyd. It's laugh-out-loud funny in some places, but I couldn't help feeling some of the jokes were just obvious cheap shots that I would have thought were below a writer of Boyd's calibre. For once I really didn't care what happened to the main character, and the "laughs" were hardly more than cringes by the end.
May be worth reading out of interest if you're a Boyd fan, as its style is completely different from that found in e.g. Brazzaville Beach, The New Confessions, or The Blue Afternoon - all of which I loved - but unfortunately this one doesn't really engage, entertain, or move the reader... fortunately he returned to form after this novel.