Little, Brown, 336 pp., $7.95
Harcourt, Brace & World, 216 pp., $5.95
St. Martin's Press, 369 pp., $10.50
Princeton, 395 pp., $10.00
Coward-McCann, 368 pp., $8.95
Little, Brown, 514 pp., $8.50
Sitting down to review these books on the morning of October 15, my window overlooking Boston Common and the crowds gathering in the sunshine for the demonstrations against the war in Vietnam, I could not help reflecting on their peculiar relevance. Imperialism is a chameleon, a 'prehensile-tailed' animal, adept at changing its color. Historians and sociologists have chosen to regard it simply as an offshoot of nationalism, the nationalist hysteria writ large. In reality, it was alive and kicking long before men thought of nations and nationalities, and we shall do better to think of it as the spontaneous offspring of the primordial urge to force other men into subjection and make them work to produce the 'surplus' for the lucky few—the conquering, imperial warband—without which (historians assure us) the proud structure of civilization could never have been raised.
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