... when an author returns to a long-neglected character or series, or even style of writing, they've lost the spark/edge that made that character or series or style popular to begin with. Time and personal change (and, in some cases, success-enabled regular meals) can sometimes do that to a talent. I'm glad to report that this is not the case with Harry Harrison's The Stainless Steel Rat Returns. Slippery Jim hasn't changed a bit (other than a touch of middle-aged indolence), and neither has his beloved Angelina ... this book was just as glorious a romp as the volumes that precede it. With, as always in a Harrison book, some interesting philosophizing on the nature of human cultures and civilizations thrown in.