I wanted to like this better than I liked the other Moore I read. I tried because people whose literary tastes I admire told me that this was much better than The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove. But no. There were the odd amusing turns of phrase. The plotting was solid. The premise was good. I'm always up for poking fun at organized religion. I kept comparing this to Twain's blisteringly funny swipes at Christianity and found Lamb wanting.