Up the Line by Robert Silverberg
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Love, time paradoxes, and sexual escapades abound for this Byzantium time-travel tour-guide.

If you can get over the 1969 contextual nuttiness of the popular-culture free love mythos and the rather blasé way that racism rears its ugly head, the novel is rather fun and mild.

It's fun to hate tourists in any time period. Plus, when you're as young, dumb, and full of cum as our hero, it's almost a passion play AND a comedy.

But I'll be clear on this: it's nowhere close to my favorite time-travel hijinx tale. It's not even my favorite sub-sub-category. Give me more humor and/or pathos any day. But if you're just looking for some light humor/tragedy that also happens to be hopping through time, look no further.


My synesthesia smells incense and tons of unwashed bodies. Ew.


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