As a general rule, if the protagonist of a book is insisting to the reader within the the first 20 pages that some sex he had was totally consensual no matter what the woman he slept with said, there's going to be an uphill battle for me to like the story. This is even more true when the tale is supposed to be a comedy. My dislike of the protagonist colored my enjoyment of the entire story. Being in his point of view was unpleasant, as he walked around in an overconfident swagger, commenting to the reader on the attractiveness of various plot-important women. His perspective also made it impossible for any of the women in the plot to get any character development, as their primary descriptor gravitated to their breast size. I don't get along with people who see women primarily as physical attributes in real life, and it is no less insufferable here.

There was a decent mystery under all the lechery somewhere, and I've come away with an increased interest in King Cnut from the setting. However the protagonist made it a chore to read.