Closed readings

Have finished To Say Nothing of the Dog. It improved in the second half, before I quite lost patience with it, because the first half narrator was as hapless and irritating as Rincewind. And was a pleasant page-turning read, especially as I wasn't trying to keep track of what these slippages and anomalies were supposed to be.

And so it's done and so now what?
( This is the problem with fantasy generally and SF particularly )