Putnam is using a horrible photo for the authors, where Dick looks to be a frail 150, and Felix looks jovial and dim. This is bad, because it suggests that Dick isn't doing much of the work, even though his name is so prominent on the cover.
No matter. It starts out well.
Meh. One of the best things about Francis' books is that they start in the midst of action. This one is a bit slow at the onset.
Before casting it aside, I read the end, to see if there was something I needed to know. There wasn't.