This is a collection of short stories a couple of essays by one of the classic writers of the 50s and 60s. I’ve not really read much Pohl before and I had hoped that this collection would give me a feel for his work. However, I found that while I enjoyed the stories and it was good SF, it perhaps didn’t have a huge amount of ‘character’. When you read a Gaiman, Asimov or Clarke story, you know you’ve read a story by one of those authors but this felt rather, um, generic.
Read it for good SF but not necessarily to get an idea of Pohl as a writer.