...This wasn't his best book. Don't get me wrong, there are times when this book is super funny and Moore is as clever as it gets, but this isn't on the same level as Lamb, Fluke, Fool, Bite Me or many of his other books. This book is much more on the level of Sacre Bleu, which is to say that one must have a well-defined sense of the base subject matter (impressionist art or, in this case, Shakespeare) in order to truly appreciate the writing and the subtlety of the humor. This, juxtaposed against a book like "Lamb" in which one need only have a very basic idea of religions in general in order to love the book and find it hilarious.
I thoroughly enjoyed this book, but I think it is mostly because I know how to enjoy the little juicy nuggets of brilliance within the author's meanderings, rather than because it is a singularly worthwhile endeavor to read it, as many of his other books are.
In the end, the book was not a disappointment, it was a really good book by an author capable of sheer brilliance and greatness.