Somehow this book invokes all the lore of H. P. Lovecraft while completely missing any of the wonder and horror of it. Lovecraft’s greatest creations are used as mere set dressing for this inane tale of (the Elder) god’s gift to the universe. Told in the first person, a world of Eldritch horrors is reduced to the point of view of the main character, and loses any of the grand scale a world overrun by Lovecraftian horrors should have. The lead character spends vast numbers of pages explaining how wonderful he is, but his actions are written so as to show no evidence of said wonder. Most other characters and things come and go so fast in this novel that they are hardly worth developing an opinion of. Something Lovecraft is thrown in every so often to remind you that this is a Lovecraftian universe, but rarely have much to do with the story. The overall plot is disjointed and reads like a drunken D&D session, with the lead character jumping from cool adventure to cool adventure while commenting gratuitously about the anatomy of any female character he encounters. I slogged through the entire book, waiting for something to improve, but in the end I was disappointed. The only highlight was the narration which was pretty good, especially considering what was being read.