Showing posts with label anarchism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anarchism. Show all posts

Sunday, July 21, 2019

FFB "classic": TOMORROW'S CRIMES by Donald Westlake (Mysterious Press/Warner Books 1990); THE RELEVANCE OF ANARCHISM TO MODERN SOCIETY by Sam Dolgoff (Charles H. Kerr, 1989)

written for (in*sit) ca. 1991, and eventually published in its successor Liberation, Summer 1992; this transcription running a week+ late for the late Westlake's birthday anniversary...

 anarchism made stupid:
Tomorrow's Crimes by Donald Westlake (Mysterious Press/Warner Books 1990); The Relevance of Anarchism to Modern Society by Sam Dolgoff (Charles H. Kerr, 1989)
We have here two volumes by intelligent, talented men who've produced major works in their respective fields; one's a pamphlet comprised of the third revision of a long essay first published in 1970, the other's a collection of some of the fantasticated  fiction of a writer best known for hardboiled and absurdist crime fiction, this book largely given over to a short novel called Anarchaos, first published in 1967. They are two of the sorriest introductions to anarchist thought one could have, and both [still could be] betraying that function for dozes or hundreds of readers as you cast your eyes over this.

 The Dolgoff is a relentlessly vague, repetitious and mean-spirited screed that frequently undermines the few points it tries to make. He's in trouble from the first paragraph, where he introduces a theme which will run throughout the piece: the "real" anarchists are those who follow "Proudhon, Bakunin, Kropotkin, [and] Malatesta"...who didn't agree with each other on various issues rather central to their philosophies (for example, Malatesta and Bakunin would look with less revulsion on armed conflict than would Kropotkin the pacifist); if we follow the thread Dolgoff traces through the thought of these four (without once suggesting they had any differences), we still hit upon discrepancies:  Dolgoff (justly) ridicules those who think The Revolution Just Around the Corner will settle all differences between anarchists and more authoritarian sorts of socialists, then later approvingly quotes Malatesta instructing us to "support all struggles for partial freedom [presumably this includes those of authoritarian socialists] because we are convinced that one learns through struggle, and when one begins to enjoy a little freedom one ends by wanting it all." Tell that to the anarchists who fought in the Russian Revolutions, to the anarchists who at first were willing to work in good faith with the Leninists in the Spanish Civil War (till the CP made it clear that sabotaging the anarchists' efforts and punishing the Trotskyists was more important to them than actually beating the Francoists, Carlists and fascists); tell them how the people in revolt, once they've suffered so much bloodshed from both their old oppressors and those who promise one sort of partial freedom or another, will simply rise up and be decimated again in an attempt to gain the "complete freedom" that Malatesta also speaks of (and which Dolgoff here tells us is unattainable), rather than desperately settle for the mite of any greater freedom they might now have. Malatesta might be excused for the avoidance of practical concerns; Dolgoff the historian and anti-utopian can't be. Dolgoff clearly realizes this, as he spent the first part of his essay severely criticizing "escapists" and bohemians, Nechayevist nihilists and "anti-social" types: one of his redundancies is in breaking these two types of pseudo-anarchists into four, with escapists and bohos almost identical in his descriptions, the nihilists and anti-socials likewise, which he attempts to disguise by arranging them Escapist, Nihilist, Bohemian, Anti-Social. Both Malatesta and Dolgoff were playing More Proletarian Than You, Dolgoff less authentically. 

 The rest of the essay is similarly dissatisfying, with a few quotations from non-anarchists who seem to reaffirm anarchist tenets: under the heading "Self-Management", Dolgoff gets excited by the [then] growing attempt to include staff discussion in business decision-making, a la Thriving on Chaos and the like, without bothering to inquire into whether the new tendencies aren't simply a way of masking old hierarchies in friendlier faces, which they usually are. In fact, the coercive use of false consensus is approved here when not glossed over, one of the inherent problems with almost all anarchosyndicalist argument. Anarchists can agree that people should be as much in control of their own activity as possible, and there is consideration here toward an understanding of the advantages of interdependence over isolation, the anarchist potential within our current society, and a legitimate place for sophisticated technology within anarchism, but none of it is compellingly argued. The snottiness toward those with whom Dolgoff [had] disagreed, however, is much in evidence. If you're not already Dolgoff's sort of syndicalist, it won't convince you...it might even turn you away from any sort of anarchism.

 Something sure turned Donald Westlake off. His novel, Anarchaos, published originally under his "Curt Clark" (as in rude writer) pseudonym, closes out this collection of stories that frequently verge on our favorite kind of libertarianism. The first Westlake story I read is here, "The Winner" (Nova 1, edited by Harry Harrison, 1970, reprinted in such places as the classroom magazine Read in ca. 1976), about a political prisoner (an "obscene" dissident poet) in an experimental near-future US prison. The
"humanitarian" warden, whose metaphorical name is Wordman to the poet's Revell, can't understand why the poet won't simply resign himself to his imprisonment; this story has stuck with me for [at time of writing the review] more than fifteen years. The other science fiction stories here, notably the rather deft Cold War satire "The Spy in the Elevator" (Galaxy, October, 1961; link to the story here), also evince little patience with such concentrations of power as governments and corporations and the useless idiots who abet them. So what are we to make of such pronouncements in Anarchaos as "The first generation on Anarchaos [a planet], in fact, didn't do too badly, but of course they had been trained on other worlds and understood discipline and group effort, those two hallmarks of government."? The page before, he throws together the prescriptions of "such anarchist, nihilist, and syndicalist writers as William Godwin, Pierre-Joseph Proudhon, Benjamin Tucker, Josiah Warren, Max Stirner, Prince Pyotr Kropotkin, Georges Sorel and Sergius Nechaev [sic]" as the basis of Anarchaos society. If Dolgoff has presented us with a disingenuously-homogenized bunch of anarchists, Westlake is in comparison entropic; it's difficult to imagine Warren and Nechayev in the same room for more than a minute, much less the entirety of this exceedingly unlikely crew of Founding Fathers.  One wonders if Westlake [was] an irritable liberal who read an encyclopedia article about anarchism once, or a closet Marxist who believes every slur the anti-libertarian socialists and others ever came up with. He, or his narrator/protagonist, tell us after the first generation the devolving syndicates were take over by interplanetary conglomerates, who have subtly encouraged such institutions as slavery...yet he, or his clueless narrator, keeps referring to "anarchist slavers", to "rugged individualists" who engage in behaviors that even Ayn Rand's most deranged followers probably wouldn't. Strange.

 A scanned transcript of the 1977 version of the Dolgoff essay.

 As not noted in the original review, the story "Nackles" is a fine and amusing fantasy (more than borderline horror) about a sort of latter-day Krampus, made up by an abusive father and husband to terrify his children. That CBS executives refused to produce Harlan Ellison's script from the story led to Ellison's resignation from the first The Twilight Zone television series revival in the 1980s. See the index below to learn where the story and teleplay are available side by side.

 A number of Westlake's short stories up at a fan-site here.

 The ISFDB index (good for detailing all SFnal appearances) to Tomorrow's Crimes:

The Locus Index (for first publication sites at a glance, and more):
Tomorrow’s Crimes Donald E. Westlake (Mysterious Press 0-89296-299-2, Sep ’89, $18.95, 263pp, hc) Collection of nine fantastic/speculative fiction stories and one short novel by a well-known mystery writer.
  • 1 · The Girl of My Dreams · ss The Midnight Ghost Book, ed. James Hale, 1978
  • 13 · Nackles [as by Curt Clark] · ss F&SF Jan ’64
  • 22 · The Ultimate Caper: The Purloined Letter · ss The New York Times May 11 ’75
  • 26 · The Spy in the Elevator · ss Galaxy Oct ’61
  • 46 · The Risk Profession · nv Amazing Mar ’61
  • 75 · The Winner · ss Nova 1, ed. Harry Harrison, Delacorte, 1970
  • 87 · Dream a Dream · ss Cosmopolitan Aug ’82
  • 93 · In at the Death · ss The Thirteenth Ghost Book, ed. James Hale, Barrie & Jenkins, 1977; EQMM Nov ’78
  • 108 · Hydra · ss F&SF Mar ’84
  • 115 · Anarchaos [as by Curt Clark] · n. New York: Ace, 1967
"Curt Clark" was the primary but infrequent pseudonym Westlake used for his speculative fiction work in the 1960s, after contributing a "farewell to SF and fuck you very much" short essay, "Don't Call Us, We'll Call You", to Pat and Richard Lupoff's magazine Xero in 1961, and then continuing to publish in the field (more often in the '70s and later).  He'd insulted a number of the editors in the field, including at least one he would continue to sell to, though he let his agent offer the "Clark" manuscripts, and I don't  know to what extent the editors in question had any illusion these new stories weren't coming from Westlake. Barry Malzberg has advised me that "The Winner" had been a "trunk" story of Westlake's, which Harrison was happy to take for the first volume of his new-fiction anthology series, and it was the first piece by Westlake in SF media under his own name since the "resignation" letter had been published.








The online Archive.org scan of the entire October 1961 issue of Galaxy, edited by Frederik Pohl though "officially" the ailing H. L. Gold was still editing.
Impressive issue generally (FictionMags Index entry): 

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Friday, November 6, 2015

FFB: HAWKSBILL STATION by Robert Silverberg (Doubleday 1968 et seq.); LOOKING BACKWARD 2000-1887 by Edward Bellamy (Ticknor and Co./Houghton Mifflin 1888 et seq.)

These are the first two adult science fiction novels I read (unless we count Our Gang by Philip Roth, a mildly surreal and barely sfnal lampoon of the Nixon Admin, which I read when I was in 6th grade/age 11). They're both about, within their respective compasses, the triumph of socialist and/or anarchist ideas and means of organization...go figure. Another odd and more personal parallel...I read them, one each, on trips to visit my maternal and paternal grandparents.

 Looking Backward involves one Julian West, hypnotized into a sort of suspended animation in 1887 which lasts till he is awakened in 2000, to find a rather utopian social-democratic world, a post-scarcity society where want and warfare have fallen away, and worldwide equality (as the sequel would be titled) and harmony are reigning rationally and compassionately. West basically gets the tour of the world at the cusp of the millennium, with the rationalized food distribution, equitable wages and retirement at 45 if desired, and such...the Bellamy was a Huge bestseller in its time, and one of the great popularizers of the democratic socialist vision, helping along both the Populist and Socialist Party causes around the turn of the century in the U.S., and perhaps also the fellow-travelers in the rest of the Anglophone world (albeit the Fabians in the UK and other co-founders of Labour had their own texts).  Among the more minor bits of technological advancement it predicted, almost inarguably more successfully than its political aspirations over the longer term, was the wiring of every household that so desired with high-fidelity telephonic audio reception of classical music...which in the pre-Marconi days, is a pretty damned good anticipation not only of radio but of the internet. (Considering I was reading the book in 1975 or '76, that was still anticipating the nearly universal access to the internet that phones allow today, and often in places otherwise not so blessed with cutting-edge technology or even particularly safe drinking water...domestically and abroad.) I read it, in a Magnum Easy Eye edition from Lancer Books (purchased for a quarter--I would buy it for a quarter--at the W. T. Grant's discount department store, where they had great tables of 3 for a dollar and 4 for a dollar books at all times in '74-'76, most of the cheaper ones Lancer mass-market paperbacks that mobbed-up Lancer might well've made fall off their own trucks. The 33c items were often textbooks and other oversized paperbacks and my parents and I often sorted through those, as well), while sitting on my grandmother's porch in the middle of coal country, in Beckley, West Virginia, her husband my grandfather having been apparently murdered in the mid '40s via an engineered cave-in, reportedly by someone who envied him his supervisory job in the mines...certainly the struggles for unionization and better conditions were hard to forget when there, with, if I'm not mistaken, at least a few of my cousins working the mines at least briefly...oddly enough, my uncles did Any damned thing they could to Not work in the mines. Though one, who became a police officer, was also murdered in the late '60s by someone who came up behind him in a local bar. The legacy of the Bellamy had continued, at least to some extent, to inspire readers even down to the present day...about the time I was reading the original, the radical among US sf writers with the most high-flying resume, Mack Reynolds (among other work, he had written speeches for his father, Socialist Labor Party candidate for President Verne Reynolds)(SLP founder Daniel De Leon having famously been such a doctrinaire Marxist that he called out Marx himself for deviationism and selling out in the 1880s, the SLP being the first socialist party to take the name in the US) was writing and publishing his own updates of Looking Backward and Equality.

 Hawksbill Station involves time travel as well, in this case the use of time travel by a fascist future US regime to strand its political prisoners in the Cambrian era, where they are seen as not being able to cause much mischief--the colony of rebels is a stag affair (I vaguely recall the oppositional women being stranded in another remote era) and the prison colony, a sort of gulag, is provided with the barest necessities by what is apparently a one-way-only means of transport from the future. The prisoners are mostly relatively intellectual sorts, no Conrad villains nor Russian Social Revolutionary bomb-throwers (the former were based on), who are basically trying their best to make a tough and boring exile less insane-making...the protagonist, the "uncrowned king" of what nonetheless amounts to an anarchist co-operative, is particularly interested in the study of the trilobites which are the most common sort of animal life in the nearby ocean waters...our prisoners are essentially the only dry land animals extant. No jailers are necessary, beyond the ones back in future U.S., sending back the occasional prisoner or supplies via the time-travel reception device referred to as the Hammer.  Among the most memorable imagery in the book is that of the protagonist contemplating the animals in the littoral waters at his feet, he the alien in their world (and somehow not carrying bacteria to ravage the world of the time nor ravaged by the native bacteria and other microorganisms). The new prisoner sent back at novel's beginning, Hahn, turns out to not be what he claims to be...and the book (without spoiling too much) has a less dystopian resolution than it might. This one was a book, in the 1970 Avon paperback with the ridiculous cover (presumably the artist was given the title and little else to go on), that I was given, after I picked it up at my grandmother and step-grandfather's house in Vermont...it might've been part of my uncle David Wheeler's personal collection, left behind when he enlisted (if you'd like it back, David, I'll happily provide you another copy), or it might well be one of the items Ivan Wheeler had fished out of the dry goods disposal work he did...rubbish collection rather than trash collection, as he made the distinction, in working for himself after leaving the granite polishing sheds in Barre, Vermont, that had left him with permanent black stains on his hands. The unions there had been purged of most of their radicals by the 1940s, and would consistently push for higher wages while making no efforts to curb the horrible working conditions in the polishing sheds (silicosis and too often tuberculosis being a way of life) and related quarry work. The old Socialist Labor Hall in Barre was in the '50s a small packing plant for vegetables. Meanwhile, the novella version of "Hawksbill Station" had been kind of a turning point work of fiction for Robert Silverberg; he'd more or less moved on from writing sf by the early '60s, emphasizing both faster-buck writing of work he wasn't too proud of, and increasingly doing some widely-respected nonfiction writing in anthropology and other sciences that sometimes went beyond popularization to original research (he would receive the occasional letter addressed to Dr. Silverberg in those years, despite having left school with a BA). While Silverberg had kept a hand in the sf/fantasy world, most visibly and regularly as book reviewer for Cele Goldsmith Lalli's Amazing: Fact and Science Fiction Stories (as the title-form had it in the early '60s), he hadn't been publishing much new fiction for several years till Frederik Pohl enticed him to contribute to Galaxy and its stablemates, and while "To See the Invisible Man" (Worlds of Tomorrow, 1963) might've been the first strong indication of the New Silverberg sf and some fantasy which he would contribute over the next decade and more, the 1967 novella version of "Hawksbill" (which Silverberg apparently prefers to the novel, though the novel is fine) was I believe the first of the new crop of stories to get a lot of attention, as well as his longest work in the field aside since one less-well-received novel, The Seed of Earth, published in book form in 1962 (after Pohl had published a heavily cut version in Galaxy that year). Despite Silverberg being a libertarian-leaning conservative for the most part, the tenor of the times was leftwardly radicalizing even the likes of Karl Hess and Gary Wills in those years, and Silverberg's portrait of his rebels is notably more sympathetic than, say, the theoretically more left-leaning Donald Westlake's vile calumny with the "Curt Clark" novel Anarchaos (1967) (perhaps Westlake was on an Al Capp sort of trajectory).

 For more of today's books, please see Patti Abbott's blog.

Sol Dember's cutesy cover illo is for the Zelazny story.

























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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Friday's "Forgotten" Books, College Edition: DREAM MAKERS II: Interviews by Charles Platt; ESSENTIAL WORKS OF ANARCHISM, edited by Marshall Shatz



I matriculated at the University of Hawaii, Manoa as a prospective triple-major (English, Political Science, and an interdisciplinary Planetary Science major), in the Honors Program, and proceeded to take on 18-21 credits per semester of the most challenging courses I could make my way into for the first two semesters, while going in every direction that looked interesting extracirricularly. I was appointed Editor-in-Chief of Hawaii Review, the only literary magazine on campus in those years before Manoa, as an 18-year-old frosh; that appointment was rescinded by the Board of Publications for essentially frivolous reasons and against their own rules, without my (or my successor) being able to get the funds from the BOP to produce any issues. That, while enervating, was lost a bit in the rush of three friends and my campaign, as the Green Slate, for the student Senate of the Associated Students of UH...there were 19 senatorial slots in the College of Arts and Sciences, and 24 candidates. My friend Keiko was easily elected, and I came in 19th, so barely was; our running-mates Darius and Greg placed in the last five in vote totals. We were all motivated to one degree or another by opposition to the Maranatha Christian-cult incumbents on the Senate, who were able to ram through various questionable bills and resolutions in my freshman year; we foiled some of their further attempts, despite most of the executive offices in the new administration being held by Maranathans who had been senators the previous year (Keiko transferred to Barnard College at Columbia U over the summer, but Greg, whose brother was a newly elected Maranathan senator, and Darius were able to enter the senate as Keiko and others dropped out...one of the two School of Engineering senators, Kevin, was an ally on some of these matters, and was also, like Keiko, a punk-rock enthusiast rather more seriously than I was...as a favor, later, in part to thank him for letting me crash with his family, I bankrolled in part his concert event, the Second Pacific Nu Musik Festival, which was a watershed in Hawaiian punk and new wave events). I also became, more by default than anything else, the president of the Honolulu Science Fiction Society.

So it would be hard to blame my reading in those Hawaiian years for my extraordinarily mixed record as a student in 1982-1983, when after three semesters I dropped out of the UH, halfway through my incumbency, and having taken writing courses with Robert Onopa (a 300-level course as a second-semester freshman) and A. A. Attanasio (a graduate seminar in my sophomore year's first and only Hawaiian semester). But I was certainly still reading The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction and the horror-fiction magazine and anthology series Whispers and Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine and while growing decreasingly happy with the tack The Atlantic was taking, this new incarnation of Harper's was interesting. As was, among the books I was quite happy to find, the now rather obscure collection of interviews with and profiles of sf and fantasy writers called Dream Makers II, the second such volume, assembled by the ever-contentious Charles Platt, who nonetheless with these books was channeling the rather more openhearted and professionally smooth approach of one of his idols, Alfred Bester, who loved writing sf but loved writing and editing (and particularly profiling) for Holiday magazine in its glory years in the 1960s about as much. Platt's first volume did reasonably well, for a collection of interview-based essays, and Platt was able to get backing to touch base with a similar range of writers for the second volume, including such folks as the half-paralyzed and sporadically enraged Keith Laumer, grimly determined to get past the strokes that hadn't yet utterly incapacitated him; Joanna Russ explicitly Outing herself as lesbian, still a relatively bold move in 1983 even if not much of a suprise to those who'd been reading her more autobiographical work; Jerry Pournelle expressing his appreciation for Mussolini and the Fascists, and revealing that he had been, briefly, after his service in the US military in the Korean War, a member of the US Communist Party, largely out of disgust with what he'd just experienced (and, one gathered, his still-strong fetish for Order and Hierarchy), and generally reading how a second set of major writers in the field felt they should present themselves and their work, and what Platt made of them as interview subjects, usually in their homes when they were game to have him over. Fascinating stuff, and certainly Platt's piece on Theodore Sturgeon in this volume didn't make it any easier to miss (what would turn out to be) Sturgeon's last writers' workshop, on one of the neighbor islands, which I couldn't afford to attend so didn't apply for (this was in a period of trying to make my way without taking more money from my parents, which turned out not to work so very well in the depressed job market of 1983-84 Honolulu/Oahu).

Well, having left Hawaii to rejoin my parents, brother and cat, who had moved in '83 to the DC suburbs in Virginia, I got some jerk jobs and began saving money to return to school there, going on to fill out some core requirements at Northern Virginia Community College in 1985, where in working on the campus paper I met Frank Lawrence, my Green/libertarian-left political interests didn't lessen, and in reading a column in Utne Reader about a Canadian journal that sounded particularly interesting, I sent off for a copy of Our Generation, the libertarian socialist and anarchist magazine, which in that issue featured long essays by Noam Chomsky and Murray Bookchin, and shorter pieces (iirc) by George Woodcock and Janet Biehl, among others. Our Generation would soon be supplemented by such more local productions as Social Anarchism, which I would eventually contribute to editorially, and such more farflung publications as The Match! (from an eccentric DIY publisher in Arizona) and Freedom (the anarchist newspaper/newsletter of long standing out of England), and I cast about and supplemented reading the likes of Emma Goldman's massive and often breathtaking Living My Life and Woodcock's and Chomsky's and Daniel Guerin's books, and the likes of Sonia Johnson's political memoirs, with anthologies such as Marshall Shatz's slightly potted but useful and interesting Essential Works. It was nice to have early work by such a Green mover and shaker as Daniel Cohn-Bendit handily cheek-by-jowl with that of Paul Goodman, and both brought together with such progenitors as Proudhon and Bakunin, Kropotkin and Godwin. As with Johnson, not a few of the feminists I was reading voraciously as well, very much including Joanna Russ and the all but anarchist Ursula Le Guin, were echoing much of what the left-libertarian foremothers had noted, applying it to new circumstances. Both on my last academic campus, George Mason University, and off, I grew more involved with the anarchist, libertarian-socialist, Green and other activities at hand, and helped start a few. Very busy times. And some very good reading, to say the least.

Tables of Contents:

For the Platt, from WorldCat:
The first anthology.

Description: xv, 300 p. : ports. ; 21 cm.
Contents:
Jerry Pournelle --
Larry Niven --
Christopher Priest --
William S. Burroughs --
Arthur C. Clarke --
Alvin Toffler --
John Sladek --
D.M. Thomas --
Keith Roberts --
Andre Norton --
Piers Anthony --
Keith Laumer --
Joe Haldeman --
Fritz Leiber --
Robert Anton Wilson --
Poul Anderson --
Jack Vance --
Theodore Sturgeon --
L. Ron Hubbard --
Joanna Russ --
Janet Morris --
The best of/third edition.
Joan D. Vinge --
Harry Harrison --
Donald A. Wollheim --
Edward L. Ferman --
Kit Reed --
James Tiptree, Jr. --
Stephen King.
Responsibility: by Charles Platt.

for the Shatz, from the table of contents in the online version, link above:
Preface ix

Introduction xi

Part I. Anarchism in Theory: Classics of Anarchist
Thought 1
WILLIAM GODWIN: The Father of Anarchism
Enquiry Concerning Political Justice 3

MAX STIRNER: Individualist Anarchism
The Ego and His Own 42

PIERRE-JOSEPH PROUDHON: Mutualist
A Bantam mm paperback!
Anarchism
General Idea of the Revolution in the Nineteenth
Century 81

MICHAEL BAKUNIN: Revolutionary Anarchism
God and the State 123
Statism and Anarchy 155

PETER KROPOTKIN: Anarchist Communism
The Conquest of Bread 184

LEO TOLSTOY: Christian Anarchism
The Kingdom of God Is Within You 229


Part II. The Mind of the Anarchist: Memoirs and
Autobiographies 267
PETER KROPOTKIN : The "Repentant
Nobleman"
Memoirs of a Revolutionist 269

EMMA GOLDMAN: Anarchism and the
Liberated Woman
Living My Life 312

ALEXANDER BERKMAN: "Propaganda by
the Deed"
Prison Memoirs of an Anarchist 356

RUDOLF ROCKER: The Anarchist "Melting Pot"
The London Years 393


Part III. Anarchism in Practice: Firsthand
Descriptions 423
JOSIAH WARREN: The Cincinnati Time Store
and the Modern Times Colony
Practical Details in Equitable Commerce 425
Practical Applications of the Elementary Principles
of "True Civilization" 443

VOLINE: Nestor Makhno and Anarchism in the
Russian Revolution
The Unknown Revolution 450

FRANZ BORKENAU: The Anarchists in the
Spanish Civil War
The Spanish Cockpit 484


Part IV. Anarchism Today: Anarchist Themes in
the Contemporary World 515
HERBERT READ: Anarchism and Man's
Freedom
Existentialism, Marxism and Anarchism 517

DANIEL GUÉRIN: Workers' Self-Management
of Industry
Anarchism 539

DANIEL AND GABRIEL COHN-BENDIT:
Anarchism and Student Revolt
Obsolete Communism: The Left-Wing Alternative 553

ROEL VAN DUYN: The Kabouters of Holland
Proclamation of the Orange Free State 569

PAUL AND PERCIVAL GOODMAN: Restoration
of the Community
Communitas 575


Suggestions for Further Reading 598
Index of Persons 601


For more "forgotten" books in the midst of college-years memoirs, see Patti Abbott's blog for a guide to the other participants...
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