Why Lucky Jim Turned Right They were calling him an Angry Young Man when Hungary caved in the far Left. The far Left recovered but the AYM did not , In 1956, while laying down the law about socialism to a Fabian Society summer school, I let it be known that I had always voted Labor and, “un- less something very surprising or very nasty happened,” always would. In
I voted Labor for the last time, chickened out the following year by voting for the Anti-Common Market character who put up in my consti- tuency, and voted Conservative for the first time at the Greater London Council elections this spring. But—unless you place George Brown’s appointment as Foreign Sec- retary in one category or the other— nothing very surprising or very nasty had happened. So why had I crossed the floor?—a question worth answer- ing on general grounds, considering how many writers and such since _ Wordsworth have made a _ similar rightward journey, and one that of- fers me the chance of explaining that to have repudiated the Left does not set one shoulder to shoulder with Colin Jordan. A more important event of
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