Simply one of the best books of the 20th century.
So well written, so HILARIOUS. Yes, there are some fireworks and old literary devices, such as Amis appearing in the end, but it's all irony upon irony.
I started reading it again after not reading it for many years and immediately started laughing. It's just too good. Anyone who thinks Amis is racist/homophobic/misogynist reading this confuses the morals of the writer with the characters -- and with satire.
There are such brilliant scenes in this: Self going to the opera in a tight tuxedo and getting the story all wrong, looking for something to turn him on in Martina's pristine home and finding art books and underwear catalogs, "not not smoking" in the back of the cab, dealing with actors' egos in a film.
Beneath all that, a lot of truth. And even, at the end, compassion for the fat, disgusting, so un-PC protagonist ...