This book was a lot funnier when I was fourteen. I admit that. It was also funnier the first time I read it (as compared to when I already knew what was coming). I admit that, too. But hey, having read it for the first time in about 1976, it's amazing how much of the dialogue and storyline remained easily accessible in my memory nearly 40 years later--obviously it made an impression.
The plot is sketchy, but then so is the "save the world" plot of any action film, from Godzilla to Bond to the latest blockbuster. I have to say, though, that Kurland obviously got tired of writing about halfway through. The first half is much funnier, with the dialogue between Chester and Michael, or Tom and Michael, or any of the girls and Michael. After they actually get to the Angevin Empire and start to "do" instead of talk, things start to drag just a bit, as if he lost direction. A lot of the plot threads (like the Tolkienite hippy tribe, or the dragonlady teaching school) get started and just peter out. Well, a blip in time saves nine...nine pages of transitional writing, I guess. And there really isn't much of an end. After all that buildup--just like a Bond film--everybody just seems to turn off the lights and go home.
I've always wondered if Kurland and Anderson might possibly be the same person IRL. Having never been able to find "The Probability Pad" by Tom Waters (or whoever), the jury's still out on that one.