You know, it would be nice - and this applies to many reviews here in SF - if people simply accepted books and short stories written 50-70 years ago for what they are, instead of bitching and whining that the authors' crystal balls weren't functioning properly - the technology is off the beam, and society isn't really as they said it would be - well so what?
Dear god, it's science FICTION, not a cast-iron guarantee of how the future will be.
Ron Graves’s book reviews
Dear god, it's science FICTION, not a cast-iron guarantee of how the future will be.
Deal with it.
Well, yeah - 1958 is a bit of a giveaway.
And MAD did actually result in a lasting, if inordinately tense (for those of us who lived through it), peace.