The covers for this are bad, especially the early edition mm pb that I read. Well, it was 1959 after all. Pulp, BEGs, Cold War terror, smogging up of L.A... lots of hallmarks of that era there. It takes place in 1959, too, apparently.
Anyway, I normally love Oliver's work. He writes beautifully, lucidly, directly. And he has some damn'd interesting ideas. And his career as an anthropologist shows (in most ways). So, I guess I can forgive him for the sexism... the women, seen only as distractions from manliness, were few and recognizable more as plot devices than any statement of misogyny. I also have to suspend disbelief that aliens would be virtually human. I can't quite recommend this, though, and will have to find his other works again to remind me just which book or story of his I do think still worth reading.