Man, I haven't flung a book across the room in forever!

A. E. van Vogt's The Changeling is almost like a parody of sexism, except for the part where it's not!

Everybody who feels like criticising Heinlein for that should probably breeze through the first 20 pages or so of this thing to see what some contemporaries were writing. Or just, I dunno, punch yourself in the face a few times. Either would work.

I mean, damn.

(Caviat: I could only read 20 pages. Then I managed to skim about 20 more before t3h fl1ng. Maybe it was sekrit parody. But I'm pretty sure not.)

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