Typical Heinlein. Old white misogynistic macho men sit around smoking cigars and talk to each other. Every story follows the same pattern with the same protagonist archetype. The plot progresses exclusively through dialog. There is no description of the events or physical world at all. The characters are so similar and simplistic that it's a struggle to tell them from each other.
The second star is because of some genuinely original ideas. ( )

Es ven com una novel·la de ciència-ficció, però no ho és. És economia-ficció, o política-ficció, o societat-ficció... En tot cas, els amants de la ciència-ficció en quedaran decebuts. I la traducció d'Helena Valentí no és horrible, però no mereix un qualificatiu gaire millor. ( )

The stories in this book are a bit dated (published from 1939-50), so while the ideas in them might have seemed far-fetched back when they were written, they seem quaint and strangely-described today.

The roles of men and women, and the way they treated each other, are also old-fashioned, but I guess that's how things were back then.

Heinlein was an engaging writer, and the ending to the titular story is pretty sweet. ( )

Ever want to know how to fund an expedition to the moon? Read this! ( )

As I read this book I was reminded of why I appreciate Heinlein at his best: his ability to tell a believable and interesting tale without all the drawn out technical elucidations that often flood and drag under SciFi stories. Descriptions of how a rocket is built or why a power source works aren't always necessary to advance a plot.

I consider this one of this author's better short story collections. ( )