There are better Jack Vance novels, but I can't imagine a better book to be the final novel of a career.

Join the crew of the good ship Glicca as they trade among the minor planets of the Gaean Reach, with a few adventures on the side. Enjoy Wingo's pastries, the lemon tarts are excellent. Put up with the antics of the performing troupe who are long-term passengers, Moncrief's Mouse-riders. At the end, sail off to new adventures.

All in all, it is a slightly wistful tour to end a superb career in science fiction and fantasy. With Vance's amused observations, of course. ( )

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This sequel to 'Ports of Call' wraps up many of the loose threads from that work; the two should be read together, and together they make a loose tale of wandering through space aboard the trading ship 'Glicca'. 'Lurulu' is a smaller and tighter work, with more focused adventures of Captain Adair Maloof and Myron Tany; Wingo and engineer Fay Schwatzendale receive less emphasis in this volume (they got more attention in 'Ports of Call'). The crew of the Glicca get on so well that they are like family. Although they have very different personalities they have no serious conflicts. Indifferent to wealth (but still keen hagglers all), they are united by their desire to explore the universe. This wanderlust is celebrated in these two books, which were Jack Vance's last works I believe. ( )

Another enjoyable trip with Jack Vance, but I'm probably not going to remember what it's about in a few years. Ship travels to many planets, each with its own distinct proclivities. You might remember the crew member who takes pictures of things; the Shimrod-like character; and the main guy, can't remember his name now. Myron? See what I mean? Still, it was a fun read. ( )

Disappointing - it's a series of more or less independent stories, none of which is big enough for any real suspense. ( )