Letter From Paris

Letter From Paris

Finally, A Brit Who Gets It

By From the February 2009 issue

The glory days of anti-Americanism may have been in the 1970s, when marchers filled the streets of every European capital to protest against “neo-colonial imperialism,” but that pernicious virus is still very much with us. And not necessarily where you might expect. In Britain, the cousins pore over works with titles like Why Do People Hate America? and American Dream, Global Nightmare. Opinion leaders like Margaret Drabble, the prominent British novelist who spews leftist venom on everything middle-class and American, confesses, “My anti-Americanism has become almost uncontrollable. It has possessed me, like a disease. It rises up in my throat like acid reflux, that fashionable American sickness.”

Letter From Paris

May 1968: Something Happened (But What?)

By From the November 2008 issue

IT WAS a balmy spring evening in Paris and, as a young correspondent in the Time bureau, I was sent over to the Latin Quarter to cover another student demonstration. These things were such a standard part of Left Bank folklore that “Sorbonne in State of Siege” had long been a familiar headline in Paris newspapers. I stuck around until midnight, watched the usual suspects staging the usual French student protest, and went home. Early next morning, a Saturday, I was routed from the sleep of the just by a call from my bureau chief, a man of few words. “Harriss,” he barked, “get the hell back over to the Latin Quarter. Those kids have turned it into a riot zone.”