NEW EDITIONSnThe African Queen by C. S. Forester; Little, Brown; Boston; $6.95. A fairer and more tragicnnovel than the classic John Huston film based on it. The Germans are less evil, Allnutt morenof a cockney, the ending less happy—all of which make for a mature adventure thriller worthna second reading. Little, Brown is also reprinting Forester’s Hornblower saga which so manynof us started reading as boys and found ourselves, before we were through, growing into men.nOnce again, life imitates art.nUnder the Volcano by Malcolm Lowry with introduction by Stephen Spender; Harper &nRow; New York; $15.95. Lowry’s masterful portrayal of alcoholism will survive evennSpender’s litsy introduction. It is the exception that proves the rule (all stream-ofconsciousnessnnovels are boring), because Lowry knew what he was doing in following thenexample of Conrad Aiken rather than James Joyce. Under the Volcano, a self-portrait of annentire nation (British), class (upper), and culture (liberal) in the process of committingnsuicide, produced one more anomaly: a boring movie version by John Huston.nJonathan Switi; edited by Angus Ross and David Wooley; Oxford University Press. Ansplendid helping of savage indignation in the Oxford Authors series, this volume includes AnTale of a Tub, The Battle of the Books, as well as a good selection of poetry and letters. Thennotes and glossary are more than usually helpful—and necessary in these degenerate times.nThe Johnson volume in the same series is a worthy cornpanion.nA Little Learning by Evelyn Waugh; Little, Brown; Boston; $14.95. The first and onlynvolume of Waugh’s uncompleted autobiography, concluding with a memorable account of anfailed suicide: “Then I climbed the sharp hill that led to all the years ahead.” Little, Brownnhas also reissued, in addition to most of the novels, a collection of travel pieces—many ofnthem hilarious—When the Going Was Good.ndorsement bungled. The rules werenchanged at the last minute to deny thenNorthwesterners membership, and 47nworkers were sent back to campus,nalong with an admonition that studentsnought to vote at home, instead ofnthe place where they spend about 10nmonths of the year.nThose who worked on the campusnReagan-Bush campaign were a distinctlyntimid and complacent bunch,nsigning up more in order to say theynhad worked for Reagan-Bush than fornany real activism, or so it seemed.nWhen Geraldine Ferraro made a campaignnstop at Northwestern, a group ofnpeaceful “Fritz-Busters” was organizednfor the event, but not by the Reagan-nBush crowd—the Conservative Councilnarrived nearly 100 strong. Reagan-nBush types were noticeably absent.nThe picture is not entirely bleak, innspite of a currently meek generation ofnconservatives on campus. There nownexists an unprecedented conservativeninfrastructure for campus activists.nThe Leadership Institute, Institute fornEducational Affairs, National JournalismnCenter, and many other finenorganizations are working hard tonsustain the campus conservative movementnand to place conservatives innpositions that matter (politically) afterngraduation.nDartmouth Review alumni are nown36 J CHRONICLES OF CULTUREnspread about media and public policyncircles. Co-founder Gregory Fossedalnnow writes for the Wall Street Journalneditorial page, and Dinesh D’Souzanand Benjamin Hart are now at thenHeritage Foundation. Albert Veldhuyzen,nwho was a driving force innbuilding the Northwestern ConservativenCouncil, is now with the LeadershipnInstitute. There are a number ofnothers who have graduated to similarnpositions.nBut the danger remains. The days ofnhapless Carter-Mondale Democratsnare gone. The left learned a hardnlesson in 1984 and is reorganizing intona force that must be taken seriouslynonce again. Conservative complacency,nunsecure security, will invitendefeat.nIf the stage was set in the early 80’s,nthe real show will play out in the laten80’s. The future beyond Reagan is anqueshon. Whether the gist of the answernis positive or negahve for conservatismndepends a great deal uponnwhether or not a successful leadershipntransition and subsequent revitalizationnof the conservative movementnoccurs on campuses.nccnT. Harvey Holt is a former publishernof the Northwestern Review atnNorthwestern University.nnnLetter From thenLower Rightnby John Shelton ReednTell About the SouthnWhy a monthly letter from the Southnin a national (indeed, international)npublication like this one? A good questionnthat deserves a thoughtful answer.nWhen Thoreau heard about thenconstruction of a telegraph fromnMaine to Texas, it’s said, he askednwhether Maine and Texas had anythingnto say to one another. He meant,nof course, that they were different,nmutually incomprehensible worlds. Anskeptic today, on the other hand,nwould probably ask whether they havenanything new to say to one another.nMany people simply assume that thenmessages emanating from Maine andnTexas have become virtually identical.nObviously, I disagree with bothnviews. I believe that Texas does havensomething to say to Maine, the Southnto the rest of the United States. CertainlynTexas, and the South, are stillndiflFerent. If you doubt it, a study paidnfor by your very own tax dollars hasnrecently proved it yet again. Looking atnactivity level, drinking, obesity, and sonforth, the Center for Disease Controlnturned up—well, let Dr. James Marksnof the CDC’s epidemiology divisionntell it: “The main thing we were surprisednat,” says Dr. Marks, “was thenamount of variation from state to state.nWe expected some, but nowhere nearnas much.”nGood-sized differences still remainnin attitudes, values, and beliefs, asnwell, as I hope to illustrate in thisnmonthly letter. Americans need to benreminded of this. I believe that Southernersnare one of those exemplarynminorities—like Catholics, like Jews,nlike Blacks—who ought to be allowednto keep sticking their oar in, remindingntheir fellow Americans that there arenother ways to look at history, othernways to do things in the present, othernvisions of what the future ought to benlike.nThere’s another species of impatiencenwith the South, exemplified bynone of Helen Hokinson’s New Yorkernmatrons, standing in a bookstore, saying,n”I feel sorry for Mississippi, but Injust don’t like to read about it.” I won’tn