Eh, I wouldn't worry about it too much. I mean, every author is going to bring a bit of their id out to play with their fantasy; it's pretty much unavoidable. So long as a developing mind gets a nice healthy balance of inputs, I like to think that it will all even itself out in the end. What's more, some of the complaints I found to be a bit... puerile. Such as the reference to Polgara preferring to make soap by hand. Well, I also know a lot of people who like knitting socks, even though you can go buy a pair of nice woolen socks for less than the cost of the yarn. So what? Some people jump to conclusions to quickly.


That having been said, I must admit - later Heinlein was less of "id peaking through" and more of "unabashed public personal fantasizing." Much of it was fun, but the mother/son incest was at blinking neon sign level.