Ruth Chew’s work ranges staggeringly from magnificence to drab characterizations. I devoured her novels at school, a rare foray into any library. I relish shopping for secondhand books and building resources at home. Finding them has yielded triumphs.
“Second-hand Magic” 1981 is a lemon but cost nothing to try. As a writer and eclectic reader, I look at the nuts & bolts of stories, with an eye to active contributions to their resolutions. Adventures that wind up pointlessly, where characters made no impact on the outcomes, do not hold truck with me. If the concluding events are not pathetic; an exhilarating, colourful, ambitious, or creative journey can wash over everything.
It is annoying if fiction of any age stops, for Parents to issue commands. They are like non player videogame objects, mumbling a script as you go by. I am impressed that Ruth made a Dad part of the fun, not a bossy background.
She maintained her usual crutch of not showing Parents magical things; assuming they could not assimilate it. That was stupid because it was easily demonstrable in every book. It was more because they thought they would catch heck for bringing a witch in the house or whatever, which is stupider.
I gave two stars because the wizard in this story was untrustworthy unless things broke his way and was not magical. He needed glue to tackle every scenario. If you only know a few stories, you do not see habits recycled. The originality in most of Ruth’s work is outstanding. I loved the resizable pocket boat in this one!
My favourite is a masterpiece of imagination and intrigue that should be expanded in detail. It is “What The Witch Left”, restored to my memory with awe, even though I had not read it in 45 years!