This is one of the finest science-fiction yarns in years, mixing free enterprise, economics and bug-eyed monsters with a Fortune Magazine eagerness to exploit the American Way of extracting cash from spiritual resources. Freeman Nicholas Van Rijn, interstellar Spice Merchant (and all other goods), plies the spaceways with his eyes always on the margin for profit. He swaggers like Orson Welles playing Rembrandt, chews salamis and guzzles gin, beds a three-dimensional dream girl who is literally a dream girl. Tripartite story, not a novel, but excellent recreation.