It's also something, that once you read it, and then compare it to the Lefty reviews, realize how shite the left has been for how long. When a Canuck hippie becomes Heinlein's protege and writes the best defense of his work (rah, RAH, R.A.H.!), it gets very hard to take the whinging about him seriously.

Starship Troopers is so deep that it has about 8 different layers, including a self-deprecating layer where the main character is essentially making fun of how glamorous the writer makes his life look.