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...that basis, Bonnier's choice for editor was obvious. Well-born Carl-Adam Nycop, now 49, had been headed for a stuffy life of upper-class responsibility when his fellow junior aristocrats at Sweden's swank Lundsberg boarding school began to mock him as a runt (he is now 5 ft. 7 in.). Nycop was so embittered by the attacks that he rebelled against his convention-bound background, to become a news-and-be-damned reporter. In 1938 he was tapped by Bonnier to start the LiFE-like picture weekly Ssee, soon showed an executive's firm...
...ground that bourgeois and upper-class elements have now vanished from the Soviet scene, the code drops Stalin's old category of "enemy of the people." and the clause authorizing imprisonment or transportation of the relatives of such unfortunates. But the new laws still provide for punishment of any "counterrevolutionary" act, a term broad enough to run the population of Soviet "corrective labor" camps back from their present estimated 1,000,000 to the 10 million...
...covered with concrete for the convenience of motorists. But even as the author writes, the end is in sight. A general strike is called by a fusion party of disgruntled old men, trade unionists dimly aware that their class has been milked of all intelligence capable of leadership, and upper-class women amorously alive to the proletarian athletes' big muscles. Blindly the author discounts the unrest; his publisher ends the book with a note that the writer was unable to correct proofs because he was killed in the uprising...
...other hand, things are vastly improved in many ways. Most important in human terms is that people are no longer scared to death. Second, they are getting enough to eat. Not that you would have any fun with the meals eaten by even upper-class Russians. But they have plenty of healthy food-bread, meat, vegetables, even fruits and delicacies at prices which people can afford. People are much better dressed. I saw not a single pair of the crude bast sandals, visible everywhere 20 years ago. The clothes chiefly lack elegance and charm, but in most cases they...
Himself born and bred a member of the Establishment, Novelist Powell writes about British upper-class tribal customs with the air of a man who knows that if an outsider wants an explanation, he is not worth explaining to. He lives in a Regency house near Frome in the county of Somerset, 100 miles from his office at Punch, that venerable and sometimes humorous magazine, where he functions as a slyly discursive book reviewer. "We [the British] are a very peculiar, very odd people," says Powell, looking down at his subject matter in the manner of the legendary clubman...