Fischer's weakest book by some distance

What the book jacket suggested this story is: a down on his luck Englishman steals an identity and decides to pretend to be God in order to make lots of money. In the process of convincing people in Miami he's God, hilarity ensues.

What it really is: a down on his luck Englishman borrows a friends identity to get away from his woes and decides to make a fresh start in Miami. Part of this fresh start includes conning people into believing he's God, except he doesn't really try that hard. He spends the bulk of his time running around Miami meeting "interesting" people, having a series of close calls, complaining about an "embarrassing medical condition" which is never described, and none of it is really funny.

I found this in a charity shop, saw it had a low rating on GoodReads but thought I would give it a second chance. It started off interesting and then I just lost the thread for this. When he went to….. wherever it was he went, Florida? I just lost my thread of the story, and it didn’t flow like I thought it might. It didn’t reel me in, it didn’t have a gradual build up like I thought it would, just didn’t flow how I thought it would. Not for me thanks

meh.

Really couldn't get into this book.

If I wanted to be pretentious, I'd call it picaresque. It's a stream of consciousness, with no point or destination and you go with the flow.