Trying to arouse interest in the CIA inflitration of literature (to what extent it occurred and whether it's continuing) makes me feel like Rod Taylor in the movie version of "The Time Machine." A lot of blank-headed people walking in straight lines like zombies. No conscience, no backbone, no will. "Nobody cares."
Does it matter all that much to me if the CIA issue is fully exposed, as it properly should be?
Not really. The ULA is doing all it can do in the cause of truth. If it isn't enough, so be it. We're leaving a record establishing our integrity on the issue.
The big losers in the matter will be the sheep of the literary world, who by their silence are completely discrediting themselves. This includes those who used to work at Paris Review and might be expected to have an opinion on the matter. It includes especially the current names on the Paris Review masthead, whose credibility, by their inaction, will be forever tarnished.
"Well, Ms. Cipher and Mr. Blank," history will ask. "Everything you did in the cause of literature and new ideas was well and good-- but where were you when it counted? Why did you not stand up when it was time to stand up?"