It's funny, I remember strange little bits around this book.
I remember the book coming out the week of my 16th birthday. A couple of weeks after that event, I took the four-hour bus ride from the little town I lived in back to my home city of Oshawa to visit friends for the weekend. And while I was there, I visited the local Coles in the mall and picked up this book.
Of course I had to have it. It was Larry Niven, a SF author I'd been devouring for a couple of years now, ever since I read RINGWORLD. And even better, it had a Boris Vallejo cover, an artist I was quickly becoming enamoured with for his Doc Savage and fantasy book covers. And this seemed to have a vague Conan feel about it. What could go wrong?
And, on that long four-hour bus ride back home on the Sunday, I read the entire book, cover to cover. I was usually impressed with myself when I devoured a book in a day, but this one hardly counted. It seemed half the book was illustrations—granted, they were gorgeous illustrations by the talented Esteban Maroto—and the font size was...well, large.
Congratulations, young Tobin, your first case of shrinkflation, and your first novella.
I also remember feeling somewhat underwhelmed by the whole thing. I mean, this was a trade paperback, instead of the pocket sized books I typically bought. It was lavishly illustrated. It was Larry Niven!
And it was just...kind of...meh.
Now, almost five decades later, I have the opportunity to revisit it, as I'd stumbled across a copy of THE MAGIC MAY RETURN (up next in my reading order), so I figured I'd do a re-read to reacquaint myself with the world.
And now, just like when I was a freshly-minted sixteen, now I'm a freshly minted sixty-three and you know what?
It's still just...kind of...meh.
There's some interesting ideas in here, and there's a couple of times when the characters break out of their blandness and become fun for a moment, but overall, it feels very by-the-numbers. Curmudgeonly old magicians. A wise, but super-hot female magician who takes a fancy to the younger, scarred, manly, super-hot barbarian. Sure, Niven makes the barbarian a little more vulnerable because of his past sins, enough to swear off swords, but as soon as another sword presents itself, he's right back at it.
Had Niven more of the fantasy chops, and gave some depth to the characters, and some logic to the magic system, this might have been a classic in the genre. Instead, it feels more like a guy who had kind of a cool idea, and the publisher padded out the truncated plot with some pretty pictures.
We'll see what happens when Niven invites other authors into his sandbox with the next book.