A review by starcrunch
The Space Merchants by Frederik Pohl

1.0

I didn't write down who recommended this to me, but seriously, what the fuck? Do you not know me at all? This is schlocky hastily-written crap. Full of dumbass dudes, smoking, calling their pool of secretaries "their girls". Ugh. Like Mad Men, but without the charm, or the self-awareness. Clearly one of those books that says more about the time it was written (1952) than the future.

Ok now that I look it up, there is another book and series by the same name. Maybe they meant that? I'll check it out if I can. Couldn't be worse that this.