The prose itself flows very well, but this contains two of my least favourite things in books: A visible author (even if he's in there as a character) and very OTT intertextuality. I love intertextuality when it doesn't get in the way of the story itself, and you can find layers upon layers of extra meaning when you "get it"/upon rereads, but in this case it really, really got in the way of the story. YES, you're referencing Don Quixote and Resurrection, we get it! Stop driving the point home with a sledge hammer!