Joan Colebrook's visits (1964-69) with the ""innocents of the West""--young people, mainly in America, Mexico, and France, who believe that Marxism can show the way to a new and better world--are the framework for a polemic against the evils of Marxism and what she sees as an international Communist-Marxist conspiracy. The voyage enables her to make a number of observations along the diverse lines that the United States would have won in Vietnam had Johnson not stopped the bombing of the North; that Oswald was trained by the KGB to assassinate Kennedy; or--most curiously and pointlessly--that more people were killed under Lenin than under Wat Tyler or under Garibaldi, comparisons that defy explanation. She further believes that the race riots of the Sixties were orchestrated and that those riots, along with the Kennedy assassinations, were a direct outgrowth of international Communist propaganda and subversion. Her tactics are the very exaggeration and guilt by association she condemns in others; her prose is no less turgid than her thinking (""As the long monster, in whose entrails we sit, lifts into the air, it rises above an urban vision of craglike piles of lumber and dull water to which cling palpitating adherences of light""). While there is a place for critical memoirs of the Sixties, this irrational philippic is hardly the answer.