Tula, founded by an Earthly conglomerate fifty years before - the perfect world, a utopia in the stars, where crime and conflict are completely unknown... until a single shadowy assassin strikes in terror.
And with this book... my peregrination into the mid-century's Pulp SF has come to an end. It sucked, and I know that viscerally now. Could women be more devalued than in this book? Probably not. Could men be more paper-thin as characters? Probably not.
Garbage, and every book I'll ever read is "better" as a result.