Enjoyable entry in the Discworld series, albeit one more reliant on exploiting stereotype than any deeper meaning. But then, the Rincewind books for me are never on the same level as the witches or the City Watch - they're far more concerned with slapstick than with character. I do enjoy the petty squabbling of the wizards, however, and there is in The Last Continent my absolute favourite corny Discworld joke, and it involves a puffin. And the whole sequence with the atheist god of evolution is a high point, if slightly heavy-handed for Pratchett.