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...Lucky." The world could be sure that the Russians would squeeze Barsov for every last drop of propaganda-value. But Barsov had some explaining to do himself. In his shabby room in Washington a TIME correspondent found another document, like the diary in his own handwriting. It rang with Marxian clichés ("Now I am in the hands of those 'whistling dancers'-men who obtained control . . . through a cruel exploiting of the working class") and the sickening self-accusations of the Moscow purge trials. Wrote Barsov: "I am giving this confession maybe before dying." He had made...
...Nacheetls' God of the Universe, and of Jesucristo Salvador too. But when he left his village and moved to the capital, Carlos ran up against a lot of other matters, and almost all at once. There were such puzzling things as the political democracy of John Locke, the Marxian dialectic and the news (slightly belated) of the atomic bomb. Author North seems to think that it could happen that way almost anywhere in Central America. He tells how it happened with Carlos...
...particular bucketful is to give the U.S. butcher-paper weeklies a good dousing. Dennis' fictional magazine is called Forward, its wealthy owner is social-minded Mrs. Gertrude Morgan, and its readers are advanced, intelligent people who have no patience with old notions of simple, pre-Freudian goodness, pre-Marxian prosperity or purely American foreign policy. At pretending to know what they don't know, Forward's editors are impressive, and none is more so than swarthy, neurotic, tweedy Max Divver...
...current issue of Britain's Marxist Modern Quarterly, Professor Haldane, after some obviously painful soul-searching, has found a fairly reasonable, though notably un-Marxian answer: these is much to be said on both sides...
About the most that can be said for these younger writers is that they do not succumb to some of the faults of their literary elders. They do not force the complexities of life into a tight Freudian or Marxian formula, nor mutter Hemingway-hexed monosyllables through the corners of their mouths. And they do not mangle the language as did those who made the error of confusing themselves with James Joyce...