Although never quite boring(this book is about one thrilling heist and long con after another after all), this book was, at times, disappointingly predictable.
It seemed like Lynch thought he was a lot smarter than he really is, thereby constantly
underestimating his readers. Your interludes are not clever! They're just unnecessary, too revealing and defuse the tension you spent two chapters carefully building. All that backstory didn't really do much for the plot, or the worldbuilding, and at times it only felt like filler so Mr Lynch could pad out his book to a respectable fantasy-size.
I felt like I was being force-fed information that I really didn't need, or had any desire to know, much like reading anything by Rothfuss. Both Lynch and Rothfuss seemed to have Hemingway's iceberg-principle backwards - only 20% are supposed to be visible, not 80%!!!
I like the setting, though.
P.S. I think Hannu Rajaniemi did a better job telling almost he same story, only with fewer words...