This story pokes some fun at war, religion and life in general. It’s certainly science fiction, but that’s hardly at all important to the story lines.
It’s co-incidentally linked to a number of other books I’m reading at the moment in that it strives to provide some perspective on life with a view to have us stop worrying about the larger ‘cosmic’ purpose of it.
It’s also amusingly written, in a style that perhaps influenced the late, great and inflated Douglas Adams.
It’s also utter insanity. Winston Runfoord is a space traveller who gets caught in chronosynclastic infunidbulum. He now mysteriously appears in certain places at certain times with his dog, can read peoples minds and knows the future. He works out a big plan to sort the world out, which seems to kind of work. I’ll just leave it at that.