Okay! I feel a bit like I'm back in an Edgar Rice Burroughs novel! Lovely pulp novels, huzzah! While I'm not a huge ERB fan, Andre Norton is (thus far) moderately more fun, and definitely less full of the racist and sexist norms of the period!
That's not to say that it's an amazing novel - in fact, I balked at reading it based on the title alone. It's not something that really jumps off the shelf at you, and I think it's a bit of a poorly-titled novel in general. Also: it's pulpy as hell - I don't see this baby winning any awards. But, anyway: for something so action-packed, it's certainly selling it short to think that it's about time-traveling traders - that sounds like an absolute dud.
I used to wonder whatever I might do with an English major after I graduated from college (mind you: this is ten+ years ago now, while I've been working in information technology and writing boring stand operating procedures and work instructions and doing data entry and programming and etc. etc.). But here we go: this is what editors are for! Erm. Actually, that may be the domain of marketing as well? But c'mon, you can't tell me a better title wouldn't be worth contracting your friendly neighborhood English major! Speaking for myself, I work for sushi and beer. Contact me at your leisure!
Regardless: I found myself thinking that I'd probably put this novel down at any moment and forget about it. But after 30-40 pages, I found myself fairly immersed - it's a very fun, fast narrative, and while there are holes a-plenty, I didn't find myself obsessing over them (note: this is a rarity for me). Something about the writing and the storyline itself makes you concern yourself more with the bigger picture than any of the glaring oversights (show me the time-travel story that [i]isn't[/i] full of them - please). So, I found myself rather enjoying the novel by the conclusion, and then it was just done and over. I wanted more. I wanted details and some more interesting confrontations. But, that's cool; I have the following novel to read at some point. And I do need a few more quick novels to finish my challenge for the year...
I've written about this before, I suspect, but when I was growing up, my family had this tiny cabin in northern Minnesota. The previous owner, who basically gave the place away to prevent it being seized for tax deliquency, had a whole shelf of yellowing, mouse-chewed old sci-fi and fantasy novels squirreled away in there. I kick myself constantly when I think of the number of novels my dad eventually ended up just trashing or selling off in a garage sale. I wonder if there was anything else in there that was out of print? I know for certain that The Time Traders was one of those novels. There was also a wealth of Edgar Rice Burroughs, John Varley, and Poul Anderson.
Sigh. To go back in time and save those novels...