either by European journalists or by intellectual opportunists in the American academy. The incompetence of the latter in reconstructing history is often a result of choice as well as of character—a curious, yet predictable, combination of intellectual malady that has, as yet, escaped the pathogenetic analysis of twentieth-century intellectual life.
Herbert Feis was very well equipped to write a reliable history of 1945-1950, if need be from the vantage points of Washington and of New York. But what he produced is a jagged and journalistic account, with chopped-up paragraphs and subchapters, jumping from place to place and from continent to continent. While he was not a master of high style, in his earlier books Feis could produce a competent and clear kind of English that could be (alas, it is not) emulated with profit by many younger historians. But now:




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