ABSTRACT
The end of the war saw the rise of the critic. Newspapers first, then books, some few serious, mostly frivolous. Frankly hostile writings, many of them, finding a ready market with those whose ideological antipathy to Socialism had been smothered but never assuaged by Russian victories, grudgingly accepting Russian help in peril, disliking Russia the more because to it they owed their safety. Others, always on the quest for Utopia, with its easy quick solutions to life’s problems, and having thought that paradise had descended ready-made from heaven in Russia, received these books more sadly for the bitter disillusionment they caused.
