That's some faint-praise daming of the first order, right there.

"Well, John, I got a blurb from Fred Pohl, and -"

"Frederik Pohl? You got a blurb from him?"

"Yes, and here's what it says. 'Very' -"

"No, don't spoil it - I want to see when I first set eyes on the cover, next to my own name."


An Amazon review:

This book is a bit of fluff that displays all of the worst traits of Golden Age science fiction--a naïve faith in the ability of extraordinary individuals (invariably scientists) to engineer the optimum human destiny, and a maddening tendency toward endless exposition delivered through interminable conversations.

Look at that title typeface. It screams Hobbits and Dragons, yet here it is on a sci-fi cover.